Doldrums
BRADFORD COX
Taking in the doldrums
How could we foresee
Terrible addictions
Houses that were out of reach
For me, From me
Hey you got a story
Would you trade with mine?
Stubborn paths to glory
Always two inches behind
Behind
Hey there is a story
No one likes to tell
Yeah, it's the story
of little boy
Who went through hell
If you have no reasons
To come here again
I may never see you
Remember your friend
(Your friend)