To be sentenced to a life like this,
will bring you under
A glimpse of gold on crooked roads,
is lying under
As crippled as a man I've been,
it's all arisen,
it's all in the way of sympathy,
will bring you under
Compassion leads me to the scene,
that's you been telling me,
but I belong but not whit these
I wanted to be free but not like this
And I'll be torn in the storm as I'm walking away
don't feel the scars, see the stars as I'm walking away
A bridge is torn by the thorn, as I'm walk in a stray
I leave the stars, for the cars as I'm walking away
And I belong, but I'm walking away
and I'll be gone before the fall
And I belong
To be sentenced to a life like this,
will bring you under
A glimpse of gold on crooked roads,
is lying under
As crippled as a man I've been,
it's all arisen,
it's all in the way of sympathy,
will bring you under
Traps and leads in to the scene,
that's you been telling me,
but I belong but not whit these
I wanted to be free but not like this
And I'll be torn in the storm as I'm walking away
don't feel the scars, see the stars as I'm walking away
A bridge is torn by the thorn, as I'm walk in a stray
I leave the stars, for the cars as I'm walking away
And I belong, but I'm walking away
and I'll be gone before the fall
And I belong
