Out on the street, dead on my feet
At the mercy of the stone-cold night
Its hard to compete
In a dead-end street
With frustration in your line of sight
Do you ever stop to think
Do you ever stop at all
Do you have the time to feel
And if you do
Do you know the feelings real

Followed a sign that
Pointed the way
And I found myself
Right back at that start
I like to feel good
Ive tried feeling sad
But I cant stand a broken heart
Dont wanna wait till my dyin day
To realise
I guess Im lucky in
A strange kinda way
cause its clear before my eyes

A grey cloud they say
Hides a surprise
But it rained until I lost my belief
Just close your eyes
Well show you the way
But I believe Ive lost my faith
One man speaks and one man does
While another soul wields the sword
I hear you all, but I still cant see
Just who it is
Who speaks the chosen word