Lost

Sitting alone, the comfort zone
Your feet up on a sunday morning
The same skin that you were born in
Whod of thought it could stretch so far
Theres nothing wrong, the footballs on
A warm beer and a chicken sandwich
Growing old, fat, gaseous and rich
Say what a lucky bunny you are

You can sing yourself a lullaby
You are born, pay taxes then you die

Till then youre

Lost in the moment
Lost in space
Lost on the way to your happy place
(and you cant go back, and you cant go forwards)
Lost all the hunger
Lost your pain
Lost any will to be alive again

Sitting alone, the safety zone
No sweat and no excitation
In your five star fortification
Are you locking them out or locking you in?
A whisky rye, surrounded by
Everything that youve ever wanted
Well half cut is better than half dead
Singing, gotta be in it to win

You are on your way to where you are
This will do til you find shangri-la

Meanwhile youre

Lost in the moment
Lost in space
Lost on the way to your happy place
(and you never say die, but you never say live either)
Lost all the hunger
Lost your pain
Lost any will to be alive again