Every night I ask myself

That same old question: why?

And every day the answer

Seems more distant

I always knew the final

Truths lay just beneath

the lies

But I never thought they'd

Be this hard to find...

I never thought they'd

Be this hard to find...



Every time I try to put

This puzzle into place

There always seems to be

A piece that's missing

And through the eyes of someone else

I look into my face

And can't believe the sorrow

There I see

I can't believe this lonely man

Is me...



The faster we run

The further away the dreams

That we chase become

And lost in the sun

Spinning and turning

Blind in the burning

Light of day --

We have to turn away.



Every night I ask myself

That same old question: why?

And every day the answer

Seems more distant

I always knew the final

Truths lay just beneath

the lies

But I never thought they'd

Be this hard to find...

I never thought they'd

Be this hard to find...



The faster we run

The further away the dreams

That we chase become

And lost in the sun

Spinning and turning

Blind in the burning

Light of day --

We have to turn away.