Hopeless
I've run out of steam and I
Bought a ticket home
Cuz everybody seems to
Have it all figured out
And I'm just sitting in my room
A quiet place
With time to waste
91, I've got my snow tires on
The old hotel and the artificial pond
Violins and the orchestra will sound
Driving Northbound
Dead end
I've given all I can
I'm back where I began
Cuz everybody talks
They say I'm already washed up
I am no modern man
Wait awhile
You're out of style
91, I've got my snow tires on
The old hotel and the artificial pond
Violins and the orchestra will sound
Driving Northbound

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