Well, boy, I saw that face again today

On another stranger's humbled stumbling frame

I had to think to keep my

Helping hands to myself

Every day I hate to be this way



Escape is unfulfilling, but it warms the willing



Time spent wanting, wandering away from here

The time comes when you run out

OF good things to say

I'm overwhelmed by the number of things

To fight for

Don't try to tell me that we're not gonna run out



Escape is unfulfilling, but it warms the willing

What goes on?



With little help from the fearless man in charge

We'll push ourselves back over the fading horizon

The rhythm of this grinding beast keeps me on

It's pain itself that keeps the tears from rising



It's logic versus conscience

I've got to lose myself in something

Hide away, slide away from pulling back

A pulsating bloody stump

Time spent wanting something to improve

Time spent wanting someone to move

That it's time to lose some sense

Time spent wanting something new