I see hanging shoulders all around, 9 to 5 drags us down
I see weary eyes and concrete walls 
Is it this we've been waiting for?

I see promises and broken dreams, twighlight excuses when it seems,
that the shortest path may not be the smartest one but it's way easier to get

I lock myself up in a room and smile; there's nothing left for me to do then cry

And so I roll via Vulcan, all alone

It's isolation that I fear, 3000 friends, none of them here
It's the whole world carried in my hands and the load keeps getting heavier

I lock myself up in a room and smile; there's nothing left for me to do then cry

And so I roll via Vulcan, all alone