(All You Find Is) Air

It was Monday morning
Or still Sunday night
And the house was so quite
I didn’t dare turn on the light

I sat by the window
And watch the Sun come up
And all the people going to work
They were standing around the bus stop

Is it little bit funny
And a little bit sad
When everything you do turned out bad

There's always something you want
And you know it’s there
But when you reach out to grab it
All you find is air

I went into the kitchen
And I made a cup of tea
Wondered about the meaning of love
And what's the meaning to be free

Traffic was pilled up out on the street
And everybody was honking their horns
Spend their life chasing
What they don’t need

And when they get it it makes them bored
Is it little bit funny
And a little bit sad

When something you do turned out bad
When something you want
And you know it’s there
But when you reach out to grab it
All you find is air

Don’t touch that dial