Arms crossed, he taps his foot against the floor
Never one to get too nervous at what life has in store
And across the room a man stands eyes to the ground
Not much separates them, save a few magazines and wishful dreams
His mouth is still though he wishes he could shout
A smile and a frown seem to cancel one other out
It's strange, these days
He's given up so many things
For a new born dream
When it cries, he smiles
He's sure today will be brighter than the past
Brighter than the...
He's the kind of guy that would tip his hat to say 'hello'
If that kind of thing was still fashionable
At 19, he never dreamed to be in a position
To commentate on life's grand condition
He's alone among friends
And he's alone
Now that he's paid
For mistakes
And he tries not too feel sorry for himself
But when he cries, she smiles
She's sure today will be brighter than the past
Brighter than the past
It's late now in a dark quite room
There's frost outside and his glass is half full
Arms crossed, foot taps against the floor
Now a little more nervous at what life has in store
Then it's heavy head up from a pillow he rubs his eyes
Laughing as he thinks back, then he chokes up and he cries
It's strange, these days
Faltering in dreams we awake to start again
When he'll rise stars in his eyes
Ready to take on the world it right this time
