I go out and fight the fight...
Still I always feel this strange estrangement,
Nothing here is real, nothing here is right...
I've been making shows of trading blows just hoping no one knows...
That I've been going through the motions,
Walking through the part,
Nothing seems to penetrate my heart....
I was always brave and kinda righteous,
Now I find I'm wavering...
Crawl out of your grave, you'll find this fight just
Doesn't mean a thing
(She ain't got that swing.)
Thanks for noticing.
(She does pretty well with fiends from hell,
But lately we can tell,
That she's been going though the motions,
Facing it somehow,
She's not even half the girl she...ow.)
Will I stay this way forever?
Sleepwalk through my life's endeavor?
(How can I repay...)
I don't wanna be...
Going through the motions,
Losing all my drive,
I can't even see
If this is really me,
And I just wanna be