Maybe they're blind, maybe they can't see. Was the reason they're leaving laid unto me? Nowhere to go, nowhere to find. As you're leaving the days point hoping to lie. --- We are a song out of tune, played on the keys made by lines that we drew. Walking those streets that will bear our names. --- I know you're tired, I know you're weak. As the passion is passing, oh does it leave. Everyone's saying, "there's somewhere to find" Was it only the hope you left out of line? === I know there's Somewhere out there to find a truth we could be. And you hold to the lies you wanted, see? And you waited too. Was it always so hard? And hoping, waiting, running to... ===