The world keeps turning `round and `round
But I`m still standing still, I`m a human ball bearing
Nothing moves me anymore, stuck in my own rifling
I feel part of the machine, still duno what I`m waiting for
Tomorrow will things finally change?
I wanna trangress the mundane
I ain`t had an original for years
I`m lying in my couch watching back episodes of Friends
They`ll be there for me, but can they tell me what I`m waiting for?
