Fishing
John Cuminale, Tyler Farren, Brett Kucharski, Matthew Werts
Walking up and down the same set of stairs
Day in, night out, not getting nowhere
No friends that call, same four spinning walls
Taking off work to take a big fall
Setting up for failure
Waiting for fame to nail ya
Can’t settle down or even sleep around
Always surrounded by serious clowns
Laughing when no one else is around
Swapping jokes with the face in the mirror
But don’t wait up for the pop charts to hear ya
Fortune is calling, inspiration is falling down the stairs
On the sidewalk sprawling, teeth everywhere
Everyone is here but
Something is missing
And they wonder why
I’d rather be fishing