Back to the drawing board
Another day gone down the drain...

It has a grip on me
A mutual trust that it’ll all be alright...

Look to the left; look to the right
Our two natures clash and begin this fight...

I’m stood in a red jacket
The captain, the boss, that’s me...

Say Sorry
Give me some words...

Look in the mirror
Look what you’ve done...

They lie so still you can miss them
Your wagons rattle when they should be silent...

Life in the fast lane
I’m too slow...

Walking through the willows
Wading through the waves...

Have you forgotten me?
Have I lost my identity...

Chuckles in the night haunt your sleep
As words edge up, disturbing your keep...

Who is this friend I have made?
The one who smiles back at me...