THX to Jussi Heinonen Endless evenings of non-exist Are getting shorter monotonous Like an intruder I belong outside Although I find myself right back The same place I was before Saying things I’d say once more There’s no reason for me to be here no I feel so lonesome surrounded by friends Who are talking at me saying things I couldn’t care less about This dialogue is without Worth content significance Conversational ambivalence Hear the same things every night it just ain’t right To be left holding the bag                    - - -     Give me something I can sink my teeth into Show me a time tell me a story I haven’t heard a million times before     I pass out from boredom As I watch the people pass (I watch them pass) I see moments in their lives nothing fascinating Are we all living for the past never realizing We’re clinging to an empty bag Lacking content significance Conversational ambivalence Hear the same things every night it just ain’t right We’ll see who’s left holding the bag