HEY, BUDDY! WHEN YOU LIFT YOUR EYELIDS I GO BLIND, WHEN YOU WANNA HEAR ME TALKING I DON'T HAVE MUCH TO SAY. FORGIVE ME, BUT OUR PRIVATE GOD SIMPLY DIDN'T TURN OFF THE LIGHTS.
HEY, BUDDY! WHEN DIRT IS POURED OVER US IT IS MUCH EASIER TO BREATHE. WHEN NO ONE DOES REMEMBER US IT IS MUCH BETTER. FORGIVE ME, BUT OUR OWN GOD MUST'VE FORGOTTEN WHO WE ARE.
(chorus) THE DAY IS LOST IN THOUSANDS OF PASSING EYES; OUR DREAMS ARE LOST IN THOUSANDS OF PASSING EYES.