Tiredness Fuels Empty Thoughts
I Find Myself Disposed
Brightness Fills Empty Space
In Search Of Inspiration
Harder Now With Higher Speed
Washing In On Top Of Me
So I Look To My Eskimo Friend
I Look To My Eskimo Friend
I Look To My Eskimo Friend
When I'm Down, Down, Down.

Rain It Wets Muddy Roads
I Find Myself Exposed
Tapping Doors, But Irritate
In Search Of Destination
Harder Now With Higher Speed
Washing In On Top Of Me
So I Look To My Eskimo Friend
I Look To My Eskimo Friend
I Look To My Eskimo Friend
When I'm Down, Down, Down.

When I'm Down, Down, Down.
When I'm Down, Down, Down.