The world keeps turning 'round & 'round But I'm still standing still, I'm a human ball bearing Nothing moves me anymore, stuck in my own rifling I feel part of the machine, still duno what I'm waiting for Tomorrow will things finally change? I wanna trangress the mundane I ain't had an original for years I'm lying in my couch watching back episodes of Friends They'll be there for me, but can they tell me what I'm waiting for?