After all is said and done I feel the same All that I hoped would change within me stayed Like a huddled moon-lit exile on the shore Warming his hands, a thousand years ago
I walk with others in the yearning to get out Claw at my skin and gnash their teeth and shout One of them wants only to be someone you'd admire One would as soon just throw you on the fire
After all is said and after all is done God only knows which of them I'll become.