Kent & Wythe

I thought by now I'd have it figured out I thought by now I'd have the whole world in the palm of my hands But I have just the opposite: a headful of questions and a growing list of increasing demands I want to see clearly now I want badly to know why I shoot my own foot every single time Nothing is working right Nothing is working right Nothing is working right... I must be doing something wrong My life is not the way I want These days they turn and go on and until I'm spun around tonight Somewhere here between Kent and Wythe Reach in my pocket grab my flask Take a swig of Makers Mark and let it warm me down into my bones on this cold December night Catching weird stares from all of the passersby I once had a dream about this life, and in my dream everything was good I was king and I ruled everything! But lately, it seems my castle is crumbling around me... I must be doing something wrong I still don't have the life I want I called, I tried, but it looks like I am all alone tonight Somewhere here between Kent and Wythe I know I'm doing something wrong Where's the life I really want? It runs and laughs at me from afar, as I stumble up the stairs tonight