You’ve cut yourself from existence for the sake of tradition just to be alone but all you found was a frown and that acting the clown can turn your thoughts to stone so you abandon your dreams for a city of screams and a necktie and you sit and you think of the tears you would shed if you let yourself cry I bet you never thought it would be like this
Yet you’re saved by the graves of old men whose names play on the juke box and when you see records turning round people and sounds you want to play your part so you sing lonesome songs of things they’re long gone your kissing them goodbye and with your soul ’neath your feet your hitting the streets in search of a collective sigh I’ll bet you never thought it would be like this
yeah we’re all just a start a small part of centuries moving on so you grab something good and hold on ’cause the worlds gone wrong and you can’t go back home cause your restless and scared with something to prove that nothing should be left but burial grounds with nothing to gain and nothing to lose bet you never thought it would be like this