The clouds are painting shadows on the floor I count the cracks that I have seen before Coffee cooling in a ceramic shell Caught in a hum, a silent, hollow spell Traffic lights are changing from red to gold Stories of the city, both bought and sold My reflection blurs against the window glass Watching all these ghost-like moments pass I'm tired of feeling lonely Searching for a spark in the gray Just dreaming of a rhythm that owns me To wash all the static away Yeah, I'm tired of feeling lonely Paper planes are folding on my desk Life is just a quiet, complex grotesque Tracing patterns with a tired hand Footprints fading in the shifting sand Maybe tomorrow the sky turns blue Or maybe I’ll find a melody new It's not about the destination tonight Just finding a way to hold onto the light I'm tired of feeling lonely Searching for a spark in the gray Just dreaming of a rhythm that owns me To wash all the static away Yeah, I'm tired of feeling lonely Staring at the ceiling, waiting for the dawn Just another cycle, the rhythm carries on I'm tired of feeling lonely.