$1.25 won't get me a ride tonight
it looks like I'm walking home right passed your house
and from the road with the streetlight's glow
I see you in your window

I've been hearing sounds up in my attic
and by "attic" I mean my selfish head
my thoughts are tempting me, oh, if you could see
Or hear them maybe you'd understand

And all this time we've been searching
for something to hold on to tight
but it's been right here all along
and all these years we've been trying
to find that shoulder to cry on
look straight ahead, it's me!

Insomnia, an old friend of mine
as the clock strikes 4,
I'm wide awake in the early light of a brand new day
with all those old uncertainties

Tomorrow night we'll laugh about
those things I said in junior year,
that shit still gets the best of me
you know you see the best of me

And all this time we've been searching
for something to hold on to tight
but it's been right here all along
and all these years we've been trying
to find that shoulder to cry on
look straight ahead, it's me!

With all this pondering,
I'd say the beer's gone to my head
with my nervous ticks and my drunken wit
it seems that never dies
yet here I am admitting you eat me up inside...