You used to feel like a smoker, shivering in the cold.
Waiting outside the bar til the opener's over.
But now you feel like a drinker, twenty days off the sauce
Down at the liquor store trying to call your sponsor.
You used to feel like the forest fire burning, but now you feel like a child
throwing tantrums for your turn.
You used to sound like a prophet, and everyone wanted to know
How you could tell the truth without losing that soft glow.
Now you fell like a salesman closing another deal, 
Or some drunk ship captain raging after the white whale.
You used to feel like the forest fire burning, but now you feel like a child
throwing tantrums and then some.
You used to feel like the prodigal returning, but now...now you hate what you've made,
and you want to watch it burn.