What's it say about me
My most persistent fantasy
Is to live in a white room for free
No guitar, no phone, no pens, just me
Me getting used to the things I see
When all empty time stares back at me
And says, what will you do so you aren't so tired
What will it take to be more inspired
What will you do, will you get up and move,
will you ever want more than a clean white room?
Where the days are all alike
The seasons alike
There goes your life
What did you like?

Gotta lotta voices in my little head
they swell and they burp and they fill me with dread
A room full of people, a scene-full
All cheerful and beer-full and talking an earful
I am just me-full my glass not nearly full
You know I get down one whole sea-full

Where the days are all alike
The seasons alike
There goes your life
What did you like?

Little blue bottles and fireflies
Sleeping bags
Blue eyes
They always remind me
Won't be long till they find me
Won't be long, won't be long, won't be long…

I am seeking a lonely life
A white room in my head at night
Where all these voices can step aside
They can drive, drive, drive….