Cabaret

I'm dreaming from a subway car, leaving my shoes for that seven story mountain
I cant remember ever climbing anything
Because my fingers are snapping two years past now with nothing to show
I tried to go because I'm all bruised up searching for the road.

And what am I to look for?
How will I know when I find it?
In the country or the city?
I peep my head round every building.

Im making up for lost time now giving everything I own to the kids on my street.
And I can rest assured they need it so much more than me.

I cant explain it, cant explain it, but it feels like somebody lifted.
I cant explain it but it feels like some weight is gone.

And could you use some help, sir?
I cant offer you no money.
How bout some strong advice, sir?
You can climb better than any other.

Sometimes I worry bout my friends and their lives, they get me so overwhelming.
I seen their lives had passed, had passed just with one blink of an eye.
And making so sure they cant leave me once and youre leaving me two toned.
I cant believe I let the things I hear inside this room.

And what am I to live for?
I cant count on any other.
And things are running rather way past due and I cant complain.
And all the fights I fight are way past due and I cant complain.