Catalog

Nothing to stop me

Nobody's out to call my name

Can't bother to find it

Could be lost, yeah, it's all the same

Stay home on a Sunday

And other days, but the Sunday too

Driven all around here

There's nothing new I can give to you

Can't get around to it, need nothing more to do

Rather be at home than see you

No one stop to help me

Nobody needs to guide me through

If I could have it my way

I'd catalog what not to do

Can't make myself go out now, the windows have a view

Starting now to feel alright with nothing much to do

Don't want to go outside, no windows to look through

It's getting better still, but where did you go now and what should I do?