Из альбома: Life Of Saturdays
You wake up in the morning and Clear Your Head
You sometimes think you'd be better off dead
You drive to work in a beat up car
You know where you're going
But you don't know where you are
You might think
You could be happy someday
But you don't know how
To look the other way...
What do you see?
When the sun don't shine
And you cannot find your way
What do you see?
When the rain falls down
Onto the ground each day
You work a crap job, you don't know why
You follow your orders, you never blink an eye
You listen to them scream and you listen to them yell
You watch them create your own little private hell
Well, you might think
You could be happy someday
But you don't know how
To look the other way...
What do you see?
When the sun don't shine
And you cannot find your way
What do you see?
When the rain falls down
Onto the ground each day
You go to bed but you cannot sleep
You wonder how you're gonna make it through the week, yeah
You finally doze off, you fall into a dream
You are the puppet who wants to cut it's strings
What do you see?
When the sun don't shine and you cannot find your way
What do you see?
When the rain falls down onto the ground each day