I've been looking for a feeling I cannot find There's no barren wasteland like the back of my mind Maybe it's just that I never really made the time Or maybe it's selfish of me To feel like I'm always being robbed of mine Tell me the one about the lion in the cage I'll sing you something from the good old days A hairpin turn and a clean white page It's my solemn review I hate myself a little more each day And I hate my fingers for the way they play I hate I can't think of the works I wanna say And I hate just as I think of them you're already walking away I don't even know what I'm trying to say I wish that you could see her I wish you could've stayed Now you've been reborn I'm still a mouse in a maze And I'm singing out to you Let a little bit of time go by Let old dogs lie Try