A Certain Kind of Sadness

There's a certain kind of sadness

That really is just selfishness

You can find me in the kitchen

Dancing, doing dishes

There's a kind of ambition

That kept me moving, kept me wishing

That I could travel on my own terms

Bring along my favourite girl

Is it too late for that?

Is it a race or a contest?

If you took me out of context

Could I survive on my content?

There's a certain kind of conflict

I've avoided though I've needed it

I keep quiet in the kitchen

And Let you do all the talking

I'm a young man walking

Though I know I should be running

Just gunnin' for that finish line

Where I'm the master of my own time

And is it too late for that?

If it's a race not a contest

Should I abandon all my conquests

And articulate my regrets?

And stay at home, where I can enjoy my love?

I am alive and well. Can't you tell?

Now if you're not sure which door to open next

You can come on by for a chat

You can learn from my mistakes

So you don't waste your time