Yeah, I could turn around and look around
And pad the ground with decibels of sound
And wonder what you do when I’m not around
But that’s never been my style

And I’m tired, I’m just tired, I’m so tired
Tired, tired, tired all out

So I could try around and cry around
And fly around until I touch the ground
And walk around some tiny little town
But I’d walk out after a while

And I’m tired, I’m just tired, I’m so tired
Tired, tired, tired all out
Tired, tired, tired all out
Tired, tired, tired all out
Tired all out
Tired all out
Tired all out
Tired
Tired
Tired