As he stepped off the train, nothing looked the same And his face showed no concern, though he never would return To the place he was born, to the place thats been a thorn In the side of his dreams, I think I might know what he means Dont you recognize his face? Hes the guy thats been misplaced And I know I can relate, cuz nobody writes their fate Can we resume this lie? Can we resume all that we had? I want it so bad Dont you want what we had before? Dont you want to know what they have in store for us? Or should we wait until the third world war? Until we finally get to even the score? As he stepped into the rain, everyone could feel his pain But they just watched him crash and burn, thinking how else will he learn? So with a smile and a wave he began to walk away He never found the words to say what he really felt that day But he wanted them to know as they sat and watched him go That his desperate, soulful eyes were never capable of lies