The Number 22

I don’t know
What I’m thinking
I don’t know
I’ve been drinking
For a day or a week and all forever more
Far away and of being and right out the door
I can’t forget that dream I had
How did you keep yourself from going
And whatever I do
There’s the number 22
And I’ve no patience left
And I haven’t been lucky yet
And whatever I do
There’s the number 22
And I’ve no patience left
And I haven’t been lucky yet
I don’t care
Where I’m heading
I don’t need understanding
I don’t care if I’m breathing or I’m turned to stone
When they find I’ve been faking and I’m left alone
I miss that sense of being certain
Is there no one else but me to blame
And whatever I do
There’s the number 22
And I’ve no patience left
And I haven’t been lucky yet
And whatever I do
There’s the number 22
And I’ve no patience left
And I haven’t been lucky yet
And whatever I do
There’s the number 22
And I’ve no patience left
And I haven’t been lucky yet
And whatever I do
There’s the number 22
And I’ve no patience left
And I haven’t been lucky yet