(when I'm trapped in such a monotonous route)
when the path 'R long n' solitaire
and when the the words I'm talkin' R' monologue
and the private-legal-room's spacious but cold
'cause ev'rybody's speechless but the mouth's wide-opened
is there any long dot
or will be full-stop
(all I do's ridin' n' empty-starin')
Lord .... the buzz in ears are gettin' louder
and I'm in doubt 'bout the venue
so, who's out there?
will U be here?
or, will the path gettin' colder?
