| I wish that I could be satisfied |
| That I could know what fueled my stride |
| That I could know what I want from life |
| Twenty years |
| Waking up every day |
| Wondering if this feeling is here to stay |
| If today is the day I throw it all away |
| If you need to ask how I’m doing |
| Then you haven’t been listening |
| These shadows on me are not my own |
| They shimmer, they wheeze, and they moan |
| I found company in these leaning trees |
| They bend but don’t snap |
| Dying slowly in front of all that pass |
| On the edge of collapse |
| By what means does my life cling? |
| The world walks by my cage |
| As I attempt to color each day |
| In a way that makes me want to stay |
| In a way that makes me worth the air that I breathe |
| My charity is in excess when in the company of death |
| I have so much to give when there’s no one left |
| I have so much to give |
| I have so much to give |
| Rebuild |
| There is no more intoxicating fantasy than to be extraordinary |
| I make a mentor out of every man I meet |
| A lover out of everyone I pass in the street |
| We sing out of sync |
| We sing out of sync |
| We sing out of sync |
| We sing out of sync |
| We sing out of sync |
| We sing out of sync |
| (We sing out of sync) |