Slowly he looks at his calloused hands and dreams
of something he thought was real and he looks to
the ground. Sunlight is fading fast to the west,
casting lengthening shadows. Some dreams are gone
when the light disappears to fade with the night.
And where do they go when they leave you alone
lost in quite desperation. He's seen years pass
like water beneath him and slowly drift out to
sea. It's not a lot to ask of this world, to feel
safe, and maybe he'll find it one day. But god
knows he tries, but at the end of the day he
always seems to say. All my dreams have faded
away. Just like memories from yesterday, all my
lines are crossed and erased, just like all of
these lines on my face, but god knows I try. Cause
it's not a lot to ask of this world, to feel safe,
and maybe I'll find it one day. But if god knows I
try then at the end of the day why do I always
say. All my dreams have faded away. But god knows
I try to see the beauty in every