Too late for me to turn around, I'm in the special crowd, But I don't feel special now,
Eyes drift sideways, begin to stare, I'm in the empty chair, There's one just over there
And I know now that you're bound to change, You're just finding what I found right away
Lay down all of your inner sight, But don't come round mine tonight, We'll only have a fight, Turning against the grain, You know that with everything that I repair and I give in, You're not the first, won't be the last, I can't decide, I can't move fast
And I know now that I'll never turn And take it all away, Wasted one thing, now I'll never learn, and I am laid to waste,