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