Lucky Dollar City

Thirty years around the sun,

I've lost track of everyone I've loved.

The more I give, the less I have;

there was a time I found some joy in that.

But now I'm spent, my branches bare;

some giving tree I turned out to be.

What's a guy to do to get a drink around this town?

What's it gonna take to turn on myself?

What's it gonna take to turn myself around?

I can't talk myself out of this one.

This lucky dollar city has me spun.

I'm paranoid, depressed, and anxious.

Are these symptoms of my recent changes?

Can I be all I can be, if I don't love who I see?

I'm surrounded by accomplished people,

who are quick to offer me suggestions.

Start thinking for yourself, or turn into someone else!

I can't talk myself out of this one,

This lucky dollar city has me spun.

I could sleep for days, or lie in bed afraid.

I can't slow my mind, I'm running out of time,

and yet standing still, at least I'm standing up.

Oh my God, I'm becoming the shadow I once chased.

Young at heart, am I disciplined and brave

or a fool that won't grow up?

Tick-tock, a time will come for all of us.

I can't talk myself out of this.

I can't slow my mind that's running.

I can't talk myself out of this lucky dollar city living.