He casts his judgement out to ease the strains.
Every time he goes to sleep he wakes up in the same day.
The cursed trail of justice leads him round and round.
It's hard to hold the face trying not to show.

The simple things they never seem to satisfy.
The complex world just leaves him there to wonder..wonder why.
Standing on the shore staring out to sea
Won't let it go just can't let it be.

[oh oh, sail on the ocean, find a way in]

He uses pessimism like a balm to soothe the disappointment before it starts.
His acrid wit helps him to get by. Too lazy to love, too unaware.