He's washing face to start his day
  He's lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
  Nothing in the mirror ever shows him what's within
    Now he's checking out the faces
  On the back of the milk
  He's sour under all this pressure
  He thinks the missing person looks an awful lot like him
    And he starts his engine
  But he knows he's missing gears
    Incomplete!
  Where will you find yourself?
  Incomplete!
  Where will you find yourself?
  (3rd time- Where will you lose yourself?)
  'Cause you're the missing person now
  Step outside your doubt
  And let yourself be found!
    He's sick of the race just to save face
  He's tied and tried, he's sick and tired
  He's tired of the holes that are keeping him incomplete
    He'll push the pedal to the floor
  Like the day before
  He's trying to be always trying
  Try to find an end to justify his means