Running out of steam now Don't have the energy I once could have bragged of Running out of friendships It seems that the years brings a house so divided Running out of contacts Is this what they mean when they talk about being lonely Running out of answers I made my own bed but I don't understand it All I know is things are moving mighty fast Don't mind the change but I can't go it alone All I wanna know is that sometimes it's permissable to cry
Wanted to be atough guy Never talked much 'bout what I was feelin' inside me I never let my guard down Couldn't tell a friend from a casual acquaintance I played them all like chess men The better the game the more moves I was using I talked a lot of nonsense You get the most noise from the emptiest barrels All I know is that things are moving mighty fast Don't mind the change but I can't go it alone All I want to know is that sometimes it's permissable to cry
Sometimes I'm feeling like I'm all wrong The simple things are taking too long Sometimes I'm feeling like I'm all wrong About to waste another day Sometimes I'm feeling like I'm all wrong And I've been coming over too strong And the things I was sayin didn't matter anyway