into the night

caught in a quicksand, and i'm starting to sink, so tired of struggling, that my mind can barely think, i don't know where i'm going, lord, i don't know what i'm gonna do, my fuel supply is finished, there ain't nothing left to burn, i need someone to help me, but i don't know which way to turn, i know i don't have much of a choice, i'll go out of my mind, or into the night, i'm rolling and tumbling, spinning end over end, got to have some peace and quiet, so i can find myself again, still if you ask me what's the matter, i just don't know what to say, there's people all around me, but i feel so alone, i guess they'd like to help me, but i have to do it on my own, i know i don't have much of a choice, i'll go out of my mind, or into the night