Feeling blue, no sign of freedom, no signs of a rescue.
Hold up a bank, steel my nerves for that leap, to try and reclaim what was mine to keep.
Running through a maze in a sandbox, quickly sinking and sinking fast. So many years gone by, feeling old, it all went by too fast.
If time is constant and age is simply a number, why are there so many scenes that I cannot remember?
Feeling blue, cause I’m in the red, feel like George Bailey perhaps they are better off if I was dead?
Remember the seesaws, remember the swings?
Remember all those Billy Joel songs we used to sing?
Feeling blue, no sign of salvation, perhaps a leap of faith can set me free.