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