Mary paced the street again She always made her mark and yet She's got the same regrets As any other in her town
Michael walked the street again The seventh time he Trawled these lands this weekend Still he had A thought that he could never shake Was this right Is this world so full of hate I wanted to say
Pacing down the street again A briskly-striding silhouette He's walking with the same regret As every other villain does And it's true we are filled With grief and pain I wanted to say
That what you do is only on your own conscience now Life is not a series of your own photographs
Thousands made the protest march They thought they were so strong And yet they've got the same regrets As any other pitchfork-wielding mass We are all criticised for vacancy I wanted to say
That we can all be occupied By regrets and foolish hate We all are the same And the rebels closed After years it was time to pretend I wanted to say This is not the end If you want to change
Racing through the streets again They all race worried for their hurt And yet they've got the same regrets As any other who has salt on their tongue Who has lines on their face I wanted to say I wanted to say
But you should have seen this coming Life is a process Hey