Out on the Street

Out on the street, dead on my feet

At the mercy of the stone-cold night

It's hard to compete

In a dead-end street

With frustration in your line of sight

Do you ever stop to think

Do you ever stop at all

Do you have the time to feel

And if you do

Do you know the feeling's real

Followed a sign that

Pointed the way

And I found myself

Right back at that start

I like to feel good

I've tried feeling sad

But I can't stand a broken heart

Don't wanna wait till my dyin' day

To realise

I guess I'm lucky in

A strange kinda way

'Cause it's clear before my eyes

A grey cloud they say

Hides a surprise

But it rained until I lost my belief

Just close your eyes

We'll show you the way

But I believe I've lost my faith

One man speaks and one man does

While another soul wields the sword

I hear you all, but I still can't see

Just who it is

Who speaks the chosen word