F                      C
        A year now and nothing much has changed
F                              C
        Holed up in a motel in El Paso
Am                        C
        This was meant to be my great escape
           Dm
But, I got lost along the way
             G7
Amongst free HBO and take-out

F                         C
        Going to write my Moby Dick
F                                      C
        More like scratching lyrics on paper plates
Am                  C
        I spent the best years of my life
               Dm
Waiting on the best years of my life
G7
So what's there to write about?

What have I done?
What have I done?
So is this my destiny?
From starlight into eternity
The gods must be laughing down at me

Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha

A traveling salesmen at twenty years old
Stranded in Ann Arbor with a flat tire
And I watch the sun sadly set
Any younger, I may have wept
Much older, I wouldn't notice

But I was out there in the world
Yeah, then the world, it passed me by
I was telling everyone back home
That I was taking it by storm
Instead, I watched it from the roadside

What have I done?
What have I done?
So are these the best tales I can spin?
A boy waiting to begin
A man with no memoirs

What have I done?
What have I done?
You're young and you're going to be someone
Then you're old and you're ashamed of what you've become
Well, take a look around you, You're preaching to the choir