Well I opened the icebox
And the drinks were all gone
There was only pure water
So I took it as fate
I stretched out my legs
Watched the world going wrong
I did nothing about it
But I took a big gulp

And the fan on the ceiling
Was spinning around
And the breeze jogged my memory
To much simpler days
Like my elderly neighbors
Saying "Hello"
When I ran into their yard
To retrieve a baseball

Another post game interview
As the cycle spins round
Another post game shower
For the snotty millionaires
Another road trip plane ride
Ripping through the air
Another crumbling cog
In the consumer wheel

I thought about lack of regulation
And lack of sleep
I thought about the quiet of solitude
As it engulfed me again
I thought about where I might be going to
After this time around
I thought that I have some work to do
Before the next end