He drags his hoodie down to divorce the world
To disconnect from anyone
His humor lost its way, He’d be rather lost in play
The evening strolls along to its plain existence
While another hour glaciers by
His humor lost its way, He’d rather be lost in play
When the lights are down, and the mental drowns
Still, there is always a way
When the lights are down, and the mental drowns
Still, there is always, always, always a way
He stays in bed till late refusing to budge,
Any movement is sluggishly done
His humor lost its way, He’d rather be lost in play
When the lights are down, and the mental drowns
Still, there is always a way
When the lights are down, and the mental drowns
Still, there is always, always, always a way
When the warmth is felt, and he gets the help
The soul propelled, the soul propelled, the soul propelled
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His humor lost its way, He’d rather be lost in play
When the lights are down, and the mental drowns
Still, there is always a way
When the lights are down, and the mental drowns
Still, there is always a way
When the lights are down, and the mental drowns
Still, there is always, always, always a way
When the warmth is felt, and he gets the help
The warmth is felt , the soul propelled, the soul propelled
Agreeing on a plan, he starts to handle stress
Resulting in some modest relief
His muse is coming back, His play is back on track