As I listen to good music with bad words
and great words with bad music
the stairs wobble
I lose my balance
even if I ignore it
But the singing keeps on and on
The stairs feel as if suspended
I know I will fall
I wish I could end it all
Perhaps it is just a bad dream
and to be awake I seem
I wake up the next day late
By taking a ride I try to compensate
As I am driving I do a very selfish thing
not finding a station to my liking
I played of my own voice a CD
and listened to myself sing
Others seemed to be in a car race
But I am sure they noticed me
with a smile on my face
