2 A. M. Testo

I get in from work at 2 a.m.And sit down with a beerturn on late night TVAnd then wonder why I'm hereIt's meaningless and trivialAnd it washes over meAnd once again I wonderIs this all there is for meHere I am againLook at me againHere I am againOn my ownTrying hard to seeWhat there is for meHere I am againOn my ownLife seens so patheticI wish I could leave it all behindThis canvas chair, this bed,These walls that fall in on my mindHold on for something betterThat just drags you through the dirtDo you just let go or carry onAnd try to take the hurtHere I am againLook at me againHere I am againOn my ownTrying hard to seeWhat there is for meHere I am againOn my own