A year now and nothing much has changed

Holed up in a motel in El Paso

This was meant to be my great escape

But, I got lost along the way

Amongst free HBO (Court TV) and take-out

Going to write my Moby Dicks

More like scratching lyrics on paper plates

I spent the best years of my life

Waiting on the best years of my life

So what's there to write about?

What have I done?

What have I done?

So is this my destiny?

From starlight into eternity

The gods must be laughing down at me

Ha, ha, ha

A traveling salesmen at twenty years old

Stranded in Ann Arbor with a flat tire

And I watch the sun sadly set

Any younger, I may have wept

Much older, I wouldn't notice

But I was out there in the world

Yeah, then the world, it passed me by

I was telling everyone back home

That I was taking it by storm

Instead, I watched it from the roadside

What have I done?

What have I done?

So are these the best tales I can spin?

A boy waiting to begin

A man with no memoirs

What have I done?

What have I done?

You're young and you're going to be someone

Then you're old and you're ashamed of what you've become

Well, take a look around you

You're preaching to the choir

Oh, oh, oh

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?

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