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