It's another cold one    But what have I done    To feel so hollow and cold it seems    That I could find a clear model    At the bottom of a bottle    But I'm two times the coward    I ever thought I'd be       Because it ain't clear    No it ain't clear    And what the hell am I doin' here?    No it ain't clear    But it rings in my ears    Somewhere under the Carlaw bridge    Somewhere under the Carlaw bridge      Now there's snow on the corner    Where I stood with my old friend    Talked about revolution with two loaded guitars    And it's only four blocks up to The Only    But at times like this, you know it seems three times as far       Because it ain't clear    No it ain't clear    And what the hell am I doin' here?    No it ain't clear    But it rings in my ears    Somewhere under the Carlaw bridge    Somewhere under the Carlaw bridge      Where're the banners? Where're the headlines?    Those future planners and hungry deadlines    Those true believers and crazy Fridays    Those sham deceivers, these can't be my days    Ah, maybe next time...       Well, now my coffee's gone cold    But my heart's gone colder    I think I'm reading too much    It feels like twenty below    And it's a kick in the nuts    When your vision clears up    And you realize you've only been playing with change    There're people more together than you'll ever be    And it makes you want to ask yourself, "What's happenin' to me?"   And it makes you want to ask yourself, "What's happenin' to me?"   And it makes you want to ask yourself, "What's happenin' to me?"   What's happenin', what's happenin'   What's happenin', what's happenin'