In my pit I spin   And the wind starts blowing   Spin once more   Try it again   No way a coinicedence      Somehow I look years ahead   At myself looking at myself   And I wonder      CHORUS      Man, that was long ago   Wonder who could ride there now   Grass seemed greener when I was cleaner   Now it's kinda dry   Now it's kinda dry   Not your place to say   Reality is not for me   Cut suckin' grass I'm bored   New words for me today      I was a young, yes I, had a little sense   Now it's gone, don't know why   I try to pretend   Sick of the lawns I mow   Really put me in bad shape   Why can't I   Lay down and die   Forget the stones I scraped      CHORUS