No where to go, no place to call home;
Standing in a crowd, but standing all alone...

Sometimes I just don't understand
what happens to people, what happens to man...

Looking down, I don’t like what I see
I’m not the person that I think I should be...

Freedom from the fight,
that all to often glistens...

Darkness surrounded by the light that fights to...
Shining through every crack in hopes it soon will...

One of these days, when the wind blows, you'll...
And one of these days, when the leaves fall...