Lyrics: Steve Boller. Emptyhanded. Crawling To Sleep.

Christopher leaves his house at 8
Drops into his parked car
Headed to the job he hates
Wanted to be a movie star
He's forty-somethin
His life's turned to nothin' yeah


(Chorus)
Christopher crawls to sleep
Another dreamless night
And he doesn't want to see
The morning daylight

Whatever happened to this young man?
Laughin' and teasin' and holdin' hands

Why does everyone make themselves...
Why does everyone make themselves...
Just like him