Second Fiddle

Feet keep moving far and wide. Nobody's losing if nobody tries Can't seem to ever find this rhythm. Think I'm off my pace Now always playing second fiddle In this so called...human race Let out a sigh if you're going broke Not getting high. Too tired of being low Can't seem to ever solve this riddle. Think I'm out of place. Now I'm always playing Second fiddle. So I escape...into outer space Outer space...human race Going far...going wide Not getting high oh Too tired of being low