Sunset over the By a A little man up at the sky An uneventful end to a day
of the man at the window Looking at the street below obvious he's got things on his mind He shakes his head, pulls down the
He starts writing a To make it clear He's just a man reached the end of his rope his doubts and his fears
In a world, so lonely and afraid And by the promises they made It's a that it ended up this way is just a cliche
I'm do tomorrow What I did It's such a routine, somebody cut this scene It's such a cliche
life, day to day Seems so you hear and say Just cliche
Like an actor on a screen Living out somebody dream Living out a total Reality, a false
It's such a life Without any
Days into days Life slips away so blase Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is Just an Just an
over the high-rise At the end of the day The man is asleep in his bed Tucked up, away
In his dreams he's taken away by beings To galaxy, deep in space To a planet where a man can live out his And experience unimaginable
But morning and soon the realities of life Will shatter his And the cliches of the will bring him down But still waiting for a change
Days drift into Life slips away is passe Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is It's an illusion It's an illusion
Yes, it is Yes, it is
See the sunlight over the The little man, anger in his eyes by the window, looks at the sky