When you start to think of little holes you dig Did you ever stop to think of me? Of course you did Now, I'm the last one on earth that you should call Now you sit and wonder on a dressing couch If a word for what you're feeling has been figured out As you watch the walls around you start to fall Oh, and you want to be taken into it all And all the things that we're now able to justify In the name of the need to be getting by Without always being asked if we're alright Can't dismiss if anyone is wrong or right And the days just take forever now The days take forever now So go on world, because I'm old freight And go on world, 'cause I'm old freight I'm the last one on earth that you should call