Although, it’s a dream living on the road With wide eyes heading towards places unknown But sometimes, sometimes it’s so cold When the faces here lack the compassion of home
I lie awake, in a rusted euro-van With people who hurt inside and find it hard to hide it at this time And the people I know back home Say they envy the road I’m on But how could they know There’s never been a time I felt so low
And Suddenly I feel like I can’t get up Something comes over me And I fell incomplete
Day and night I stay alone in a crowd Longing friendship though old friends are around So how, how could it be so Well there’s no unity in this dream I reached for it and found out its fiction
What a mistake to be here now What a mistake to be here now
Incomplete actions are all that I’ve found Poisoning everyone and thing that’s around Only hope carries me from town to town Were still I find I’m just alone in a crowd Of locals having a time that I wish I knew And unlike me they’ll have a home to go to Unlike me Man its fiction
Suddenly I feel like I can’t get up Something comes over me And I fell incomplete
So now I just lay here ‘cause everything I had is dead inside this van