The Second Hand Life

Yeah, I know how it feels
so second hand
Pepsi Cola stand
when you can hear thru the walls of this old house
you're looking all burnt out just sitting there
smoking your cigarette
it's party time
people are drinking wine

You're like a prisoner
stuck Inside someone else's life
you'd like to fly away someplace else
but you've never tried
as you twist and tum you ask yourself, ask yourself
is this my time to taste the wine

For all the things you thought you knew
what's holding you?
and all the places you were going to
well what's keeping you?
You're so sick and tired of compromise
the second hand life

So you pace the floor all your life
this Is how It feels
you'll never get it right no matter how you tum the wheels
as you wake up alone
you ask yourself, ask yourself
could this be all? so trivial

For all the things you thought you knew
what's holding you?
and all the places you were going to
well, what's keeping you?
you're so sick and tired of compromise
the second hand life