Floating around in a vacuum of space
Everything here it all looks the same
Like aisles and aisles of boxes and cans
Everything is just more of the same thing

I go to a friend of a friends party
Everyones well dressed with a perfect body
And they all have alternative hair cuts and straight white teeth
But all I see is just more of the same thing

Woah, just a little is more than I can recall
I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before
I´m never gonna figure it out, no I´m never gonna try again
If all it is, is just more of the same thing

In the classroom, trying to believe in
The words on a page of a book that I´m reading
Spread out by a woman who became a teacher
´Cause she couldn´t make ends meet from her writing career

Woah, just a little is more than I can recall
I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before
I´m never gonna figure it out, no I´m never gonna try again
If all it is, is just more of the same thing

Just a little is more than I can recall
I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before
I´m never gonna figure it out, no I´m never gonna try again
If all it is, is just more of the same thing
More of the same thing