Walking on the empty street tomorrow on my mind. Every day it seems the same I find it to reason why, a why.
I see the man in the big black car he could have my place. Give him a week of my life and wipe the smile off from his face, off his face.
Searching is a I face, day to day as great as the last. Why can't I look forward? It's not sympathy I ask. We've the turning point; we've reached the point of no return. I don't think they'll ever listen so now's the to act.
Look around can you see my life, just a and empty space, for encouragement of a worthwhile thing to do, a thing to do. The country's in a of a state everyday upon the news, all the same, if they win it's always us they will abuse, they abuse.
Searching is a task I face, day to day as as the last. Why can't I look forward? It's not sympathy I ask. We've reached the turning point; we've reached the of no return. I don't think they'll ever listen so now's the to act.
on the empty street with tomorrow on my mind. Every day it seems the I find it hard to reason why, a why.
Searching is a I face, day to day as great as the last. Why can't I just look forward? It's not I ask. We've reached the point; we've reached the point of no return. I don't think they'll ever so now's the time to act.
is a task I face, day to day as great as the last. Why can't I just look forward? not sympathy I ask. We've the turning point.