The cynical mind with its head In the sand
Too scared to know doesn't Understand
Doesn't want to
Doesn't need to
Doesn't even care about you
Doesn't wanna go through it
Hand in hand
There's a room of people got Problems of there's
From the prejudice they face
To the lack of social care
Your mind in a rut
Stuck back then
Can't come to terms
Can't even begin
Now we're walking the line and He's walking it too
He knows where to go not what To do
Talking to strangers with Familiar faces
His cheeks turning red yet he Feels so blue
Deep down in the heart the Feelings true but it keeps beating Fast
Is it me or you
Sweat dripping down
Wiping the brow
Keeps pacing on
And looking on through
He's picking up the past and We're all last
Watching you there
With no little care
He's picking up the people he's Left behind
Too old to live
Too young to die
With my worn-out hands and My rolled-up sleeves I'm gonna Work every night till I'm on my Knees
It's all I know
It's not for show
And anything he says
It always has to go
Now we're walking the line and He's walking it too
He knows where to go not what To do
Talking to strangers with Familiar faces
His cheeks turning red yet he Feels so blue
Deep down in the heart the Feelings true but it keeps beating Fast
Is it me or you
Sweat dripping down
Wiping the brow
Keeps pacing on
And looking on through
(Oh, Oh)
He never ever shows
(Oh, Oh)
He always has to go
(Oh, Oh)
He never ever shows
(Oh, Oh)
He always has to go