Stairs lyrics

Somewhere underneath the stairs, Underneath a wooden chair, Stuck under a raincoat, Goes me. I wish I had it all worked out, I wish I had a sort of key, I wish I knew what questions, I should ask. If I found the answer, I would have no-one to tell, Maybe I should think about something else. How long have I been down here, Sitting and a-pondering, Trying to square a circle?