Lyrics:

Talking to myself
And making little sense
I was a frustrated man

Leaning on a fence
And making jokes at my expense
Not even I understand

Isn't very often; it happened once or twice
Isn't very common that I listen to advice
Something that I wanted
But don't know how to ask for
Is it in the future, the present, or the past

You say come to me, come to me, when the sun goes down
Come to me, come to me, when the sun goes down

Sitting on a bench
I wonder where my future went
I am a frustrated man

Pulling on a drink
I thought my problems at the shrink
So even I understand

Isn't very often; it happened once or twice
Isn't very common that I listen to advice
Something that I wanted
But don't know how to ask for
Is it in the future, the present, or the past

You say come to me, come to me, when the sun goes down
Come to me, come to me, when the sun goes down