I hear voices from beyond the veil They reverberate in mystery There are shadows in my heart And they multiply in memory And the comrades that I've
Rush down, down to the first floor There never seems to be enough time Push hard, and push a little bit more A cup of coffee and I'm gonna be fine Fine
You see the world through your cynical eyes You're a troubled young man I can tell You've got it all in the palm of your hands But your hands wet with
Looking up from where I stand I see the vapor trail Of a jet plane in the sky Here the wheel is in my hand But there's no wind in my sails And life
So they say that a man can't live in this world If he's wearing his heart on his sleeve I can And they say that a man can't understand What a women