Letras:Autopilot Off. Make A Sound. Byron Black.

I met a man named Byron Black
And he carried his life strapped to his back
On a sidewalk in Huston he called home
Crying 'Don't you forget me' he said
Don't you forget me
You don't know
What it's like to walk alone
You don't know
And I hope you never will

Every stride
Wears the soul more thin
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
Every stride
Wears the soul more thin
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
And what can I do now?

Faces of people he would see
They were colder than any city street
And the days go on and on
And they just walk by
I'm disappearing he said
I'm disappearing
You don't know
What it's like
To walk alone
You don't know
And I hope you never will

Every stride
Wears the soul more thin
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
Every stride
Wears the soul more thin
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
And what can I do now?

Every hour gave that mames
But our hearts don't work the same
By products of an evolution
Lost always looking for a lost solution
Now...

Every stride
Wears the soul more thin
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
Every stride
Wears the soul more thin
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
Every stride
Wears the soul more thin
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
Every stride
Wears the soul more thin
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
No!