One more year of hanging around Eating and sleeping around I've been 18 years rolling over 18 with a bastard smile One more year of hanging around Eating and forcing out The sound of my voice when there's no one around To hear me but the bastard's child I'm out of ideas I'm unignited I'm so divided I'm so misguided Show me what I said on video again I'm tripping, feeling my way around Tripping and hoping that I'll fall down and out And hoping that I'll find something out That'll keep me from rolling over I'm out of ideas I'm ceremonial I'm so one-sided I wish I was colonial Show me what I said on video again And just this once I thought I'd face my fears Walk around town just to pass by the years Talk to a person I'd never talked to before Just to see what it is I'd feel And I'm trying hard just to recognize My mother's face in the autumn pile And I'm driving far just to get back home But I'm still in bed, and I'm still alone