Staring at my photographs alone now
Pictures tell a thousand words they say
Counting all the lovers growing hollow
Standing, sitting, running round in place
I need space, space
Watching all my life's work pass before me
Feels a little trivial at best
Counting all this money feeling sorry
Standing sitting still don't get much rest
This place, need space
Ch:
Used to be disorderly
Trying to keep the pace
Running an impossible race
Seems to me that winning
Is more than who you face, so stop
Running in place
If I had a dime for every penance
Add it to my fortune in the bank
Lot of good that did me in real substance
Give it all but nobody to thank
Save face, need space
With my dying breath who will I call for?
Will there even be someone to call?
Spent my years going for the brass ring
In the end there's nothing there at all
This place, no space
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