Sta.sh
Now I've transformed into someone who isolates himself from rain and snow
As I wander these misted forests
I begin to understand
And as the time winds down on what was my life
I guess it's not as grand
So many people have said nothing but puce laments for me, how long I'm not sure
Yet they turn heads and I wonder if everything really has a temporary cure
Now I pace around in desolation
And I just don't understand
Why the time winds down on what was my life
I guess it's not as grand
As living in a mansion
Or driving multimillion-dollar cars
That are so easy to break
I guess it's not as grand
As having all the luxuries
That one could ever have
And now I understand
That one man's pain is another's joy
