Calling Satisfaction

Why is coffee putting me to sleep Beer and whiskey make me feel like sheep City folk will feast on substances galore I don't wanna ride that carriage anymore Calling Satisfaction While in the back of my mind (feel so fine) Finding new distractions Feeling the same all the time When I'm losing my marbles And I'm shouting Mayday Whiskey sours down at Whiskey Town Happy hour company party now Have one wine with colleagues no need to get small And while you're by yourself you need not make the call I won't call Satisfaction