[Intro] [Smooth bass line, finger snaps, soulful organ] [Verse 1] I checked the cupboards, baby, and I checked behind the door But the "happy" isn't living in this building anymore I used to have a supply, yeah, it kept me feeling right But it packed its little suitcase and it vanished in the night. [Chorus] Oh, there’s a shortage! A serotonin drought! I’m looking for the signal but the power’s going out! Come back, little chemical, and tell me that you’re mine 'Cause my brain is like a party with no music and no wine! Sweet Serotonin... why’d you leave me so blue? [Bridge] I tried to find a substitute, I tried some dark chocolate I tried to pet a puppy, but I’m still in this pocket Of grey skies and "maybe later," and "I think I’ll stay in bed" I’ve got a "Closed for Maintenance" sign hanging in my head. [Outro] [Fading out with soulful ad-libs] Where’d you go, baby? Was it something I thought? Was it the lack of sunlight? I’m just... running on empty. [Smooth sax solo fades to silence] [End]
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