A length of my life may seem brief to some,
But it’s a little longer than I like.
I’ve conceded the fact that I’ll never be content.
It’s indelibly inked in the pages of my life.

Chorus
I always seem to be searching for something I can’t find.
I’ve never seen a rut quite so deep.
I know what I want, I can see it in my mind,
But it never works out the way I think it ought to be.
No it never works out the way I think it ought to be.

Everything seems stagnant, but I’m never in control
And everything I taste seems slightly sour.
I always seem fed-up, but I’m never satisfied.
My brightest moments fill my darkest hours.

Chorus

I never reach conclusions and I’ve got no place to turn.
Troubles open like sores, but never mend.
For the problems that I face, I’ve only myself to thank.
I’m stalled in my very own dead end.

Chorus
Did it ever work out the way you think you thought it’d be?

Twenty-something ennui. No question about it.

Lots of tracks in this song, but only one guitar. There’re 3 vocals, synth strings, synth bells, and bass. This song pretty much defines my ‘style’ if such a thing exists. Major seven chords, three-part harmony, and a whiny lyric in a minor key. I don’t mean to downplay the significance of the lyric, but rather point out that the young man who wrote this song grew up, got fat, and lost his hair (q.e.d.).

Originally recorded in 4-track mono. Mixed to stereo cassette (2-track) in 1986. Re-engineered to digital from the stereo mixdown using Cool96 September 1999