Going Nowhere

Hate the way you've taken back everything you've given to me,
and the way that you'd always say, it's nothing to do with me.

Different versions of many men, come before you came,
all their questions were similar, the answers just the same.

I'm gonna get me a motor car, maybe a Jaguar, maybe a plane or a day of fame.
I'm gonna be a millionaire, so can you take me there, I wanna be wild cause my lifes so tame.

Here Am I, going nowhere on a train.
Here Am I, growing older in the rain.

Heyyy, Heyyy, Heyyy