I think we're getting to the end of something And I can see the Sun is going down I don't recognize these faces I don't recognize these sounds When I get that same old feeling again, it makes me wither away Standing in the corner and I'm tired of everything I say Inside the lights are pleasant and sad And everybody seems like strangers There's nobody here I want to talk to anyway And nobody here wants to talk to me When I get that same old feeling again, it makes wither away Standing in the corner and I'm tired of everything I say There's something strange today, and I stand still and let it get away When I get that same old feeling again, it makes me wither away Standing in the corner and I'm tired of everything I say I think we're getting to the end of something I think we're getting to the end of something I think we're getting to the end of something I think we're getting to the end of something