What's the use in writing songs when no one listens and I can't change a thing?
What's the point in always loving each other when it doesn't change a thing?
All my friends have up and left me.
I'm stuck in this town where I can't change a thing.
How could I have been so damn foolish to think I could make it when I can't change a thing?
I write my songs to no one but you about how miserable it is to never change.
I'm growing older, but still mediocre.
How can I love her when I can't change a thing?
Now I'm carving out of nothing, but once I thought it was something.
And I'll quit before it's over to save my heart some trouble
| 1 | Beast of Joy |
| 2 | Secrets |
| 3 | Elizabeth |
| 4 | Rickey Henderson |
| 5 | Patience |
| 6 | The Atlantic |
| 7 | Black Sunday |