Из альбома: The Few Not Fleeting
Alone in the room, TV on
Like the white screen his life's gone
A moving shell, a wandering ghost
A shadow of a man who nobody knows
He hardly speaks when you say his name
He's just embarrassed to say
Anything to anyone
In his mind there's no way out
He said he wants to die
He wonders how anyone survives
Being overlooked and trite
As seasons change
And trees grow bare
His reflection's a stranger
Back it won't stare
It's like everybody else
Just too busy for his simple self
He walks 13 blocks to the city's cross
Puts dust on his knees
Prays for a god that doesn't leave
It's lonely here in hell
He prays to be somebody else
In his mind there's no way out
In the sand he sinks to his knees
Mobile world around, just out of reach
Tears rolling down his cheeks
He has to believe, believe in himself
Put up, hold out
Break down, scream loud
Wave fists, and shout
It's done
It's done
Now stand tall, prove all
Push on, now you see
It's your life, It's your fight
Live free, don't hide
You've got to believe