So pick me up off the floor, You will not see the town like me,
I wont ask you again if this is real cos I'm walking out that
door,
I'll leave,
Always behind the war I know, Cos decisions have never been my
strong point,
But I don't know what I want, Still the road is dark.
In all this time I've had, I've seen the face behind those eyes.

Is it starting again, In every town its the same (all these
stories),
Runs like a clock and around we go like some twisted carnival
ringmaster
pointing at me,
Telling me that I'll never make it,
But how the hell would he know when he dresses like a tramp and
looks like shit,
When alls been said and done, I'll still be hear having no fun.

In all this time I've had, I've seen the face behind those eyes.

Oh tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.

So who's idea was this? You know I don't like really like the
dark that much,
Its insane, the more, take the blame,
Admit defeat and swallow your pride, Take a ride to the dark
side.
I don't know what you say and I don't mean to sound blas?

In all this time I've had, I've seen the face behind those...
In all this time I've had, I've seen the face behind those eyes