[He walked the path set out for him now he sings the song everyone sang before him,
a song of secret happiness and hidden truths.]
He knows the grudge he harbors, and what it抯 doing to him.
揟hose waves of whiskey will always crash down on you?
Searching for guidance, he tripped over every stone.
揇o what you have to?
A soft womans voice sounds from the speakers.
She tells him home抯 just a minute away, home抯 just a minute away.
And he stares right at his home, dimmed lights, no one awaits him.
揇on抰 light the candles just yet?
Come at ease and let it rest, he hears himself scream.
揂m I the only one, used up and pushed aside?
He抯 not the easyist fellow.
揑 can抰 sleep, I can抰 sleep, I can抰?
Away he goes with his eyes closed shut a heart unfilled.
揑 might not be a winner, but I抦 sure as hell not a coward, i抦 not affraid to die?
