Sanoja: Slobberbone. One Rung.

Now, it's three a.m.
And the walls are closin' in
I can hear them whisper, "That fool
He's done it again"

The air has turned cold
But I can't reach my window
So I lay here twisted and I
Pray for the dreams to flow

Another day done
Plenty of work, no fun
And in a bottle or a T.V. dinner
Solace comes

One bad day leads to more
Like the one drink that you pour
And becomes a lifetime of hopes
And dreams ignored

I never made any specific plans
I'd always said you knew
I was just a simple man
And I never made any deals with you
I didn't know I needed to

You spend your whole life
Waitin' for somethin' to change
Somethin' or someone
To come around and rearrange

You spend your whole damn life
Tryin' to climb just one rung
With nothin' to do
If it doesn't come

Now, it's three a.m.
And the walls are closin' in
I can hear them whisper, "That fool
He's done it again"

The air has turned cold
But I can't reach my window
So I lay here twisted and I
Pray for the dreams to flow
I lay here twisted and I
Pray for the dreams to flow