Time and time again I pass the people I've already met.
Where's the sign that is supposed to say "go left"?
These crossroads are meant to be my safest bet,
It's just my luck - I haven't reached them yet.
With every corner I turn,
My feet are starting to burn.
With every "Stop" sign I skip,
There is something to make me trip.
Time and time again I get into fights,
Never to be stopped by the traffic lights.
This junction is the place I always get stuck
Felling as helpless as a penny on a buck.
