My Way Lyrics - Ace Troubleshooter

Epicurean theme to a never-ending sequence 

Burns me out, dries me up 

Up and out and through 

My plans disappoint, drain my cup 

Blind man sat in his room and he cried 

"Tomorrow promised me triviality" 

Bite the bait, swallow the hook 

Hooked in routine instead of living 

Wonder what's become of me 

What's become of me? 

What's become of me anyway? 

I've been uncaring, unconcerned 

Except at what comes dangerously close to 

Overturning my house of cards 

Falls fast and furious 

Scattering shapes of well-worn self-conceit 

Blind man shook his fist and he cried 

"Surely those were my rights" 

As if it were as bad as that 

To be condemned to doing as thou wilt 

Wilt and fade away 

The kernel must first 

So here I wait for You 

I wait for you 

I wait for you all the while