The Same Old Deja Vu

A new day dawns and you think that things might change
But it doesn't take long before it all turns out the same
Like never quite waking up from the same old dream
It's not a new song just variations on the same old theme

It’s just the same old déjà vu
Is it vintage wine or the same old brew
New horizons or the same old view
Who can tell

Like acting out the same old play
It always turns out the same old way
Same old same old every day
Without rest

It’s the winning numbers that never match
It’s the counted chickens that never hatch
Same old record playing with the same old scratch
Every time

Are you spending or wasting time
Either a downhill slide or an uphill climb
The gulf between the absurd and sublime
Where you got lost

It’s the same old déjà vu
Same old stuff you’re going through
Like a mystery without a clue
To be solved

It’s the waking up at the break of day
To a cold lover who turns away
Know there’s nothing left to say
Any more

Things to be learned that no one can teach
That vanishing point forever out of reach
Or just a folded pile of clothes on the beach
When you drown

Thinking back to all the things you enjoyed
Trying to ignore what you want to avoid
Are you overused or underemployed
Who can say

It’s the same old déjà vu
Is it a twist of fate or a turn of the screw
Different time different place but the same old blues
Every time