Out Of Context I walk around waiting, though i no longer have no patience/ I bring my notebook, in case I think of something that makes sense. And if I don´t think of nothing, I write about what I do not think/ Those lines sometimes get so heavy, they cause my pen to sink Then I don´t write for a while, I just wait, don´t wanna wake/ ......the interior of what´s sleeping might cause a quake. I always end up walkin' in circles, how could I not?/ Because everything I want to have....I´ve already got And I´d do better if I could only become more involved in my own life/ If I could fire myself right now, wouldn´t hesitate to throw me out I guess I should go beyond myself to break this habit, it´s like/ .....I don´t have a car of my own, I´m getting used to hitchhike They say there´s no such thing as a free convict/ I refused to be free, now I`m locked with my own lid And if the text once had one - that was out of context/ I don´t get a grip of this, it´s just a bunch of nonsense