Off the ground

He wonders why his life is all the same,
No goals, no dreams, no stage,
No point in feeling,
No point in change,

His glass is always halfway full,
No thought to fellow man,
Won’t go where daddy didn’t go,
Don’t care and he got no plans,

What you say, what you say,
When it all falls down,
It’s too late to turn when it all comes back around,
What you say, what you say,
When it all breaks down,
It’s too high to reach when you’re never off the ground,

He won’t believe in hoping anymore,
His outlook’s far too bleak,
Stereotypes his life,
Right down to the dead end street,

His life has filled the paper bin,
Out of tune, out of harmony,
He’d rip to a thousand pieces
If he had a destiny