who can i tell how lonely i feel?
who really wants to know?
who cares enough to be this real?
who let's all feelings show?
how do you know when you have a friend
who knows when not to go?
how do you make this loneliness end
how does your garden grow?
I really want to know
what can i do about this
feels like the weight of the world
I really want to know
how do I get back to bliss
who can help me get uncurled
have you been here?
how can you know what I mean?
nobody left in my head
where are you now?
lost in the somewhere between
everything left unsaid
who really knows how humanity
is really going down
who really cares to see all i see
the sky is turning brown
the Earth is dying all around us
who really cares to know
i do not know what to do anymore
how does a garden grow?
I really want to know
what can we do about this
feels like the end of the world
where did everybody go?
-- -- -- what did I miss?
can we change the fate we whirled
oh say can you see?
what is really going on
how are you calm?
where are you now?
as I look around
is all hope gone?
a pat on the head
some reasuring words
maybe a smile
a helping hand
maybe a hug
just for a while
how can we change
the entropy
we are part of?
did I forget
how to care, how to share
what we call love?
who can i tell how lonely i feel?
who really wants to know?
who cares enough to be this real?
who let's all feelings show?
how do you know when you have a friend
who knows when not to go?
how do you make this loneliness end
how does your garden grow?
i bring it on myself
i know i do
i isolate myself
it's nothing new
i focus on one thing
lost in a job
everything else piles up
i live like a slob
i let myself burn out
and get dismissed
and when i look around
at all i missed
all the lost contacts
friends faded away
i do it to myself
what can i say
so here i am again
looking for a friend
singing one more lonely song
seems it has no end
who could care enough
when i make it so tough
how can anyone get close to
a child who never learned to trust
this is the life i know
and nothing else
i give this life away
not to myself
i dream of someone
who understands
who can somehow get through
my open hands
hands always open are a lie
they never close to hold on
when no one feels wanted
they are soon gone
a heart afraid to show any need
just pushes everyone away
a heart afraid to trust can only bleed
and without trust
love does not stay
so here i am again
looking for a friend
singing on more lonely song
seems it has no end
who could care enough
when i make it so tough
how can anyone get close to
a child who never learned to trust
crumbling inside
always denied
from the start
hearts lied
trust died
can only hide
behind false pride
a broken heart
love lied
trust died
here i am again
looking for a friend
singing on more lonely song
seems it has no end
who could care enough
when i make it so tough
how can anyone get close to
a child who never learned to trust
maybe there is no other way to say to you today
that i don't want to play your delusion and dismay
take all of your rulebooks and all of your clay
and make, in your image, some other disarray
and to your own image you can pray
someone like me might go away
when someone like you comes to stay
but even if the whole thing was a lie
we can still dream of seeing eye to eye
oh my
this is the song that you never heard
this is the message you never received
because you were closed to the truth in the word
you let another choose what you believed
this is the lyric that was never sung
this is the bible that you never read
every holy book at your head like a gun
you live more worried about being dead
than caring for life oh my
you could have live your life instead
(you could have been alive instead)
standards too high for this world at this time
life is the point you foolishly declined
maybe find solaced amusement in rhyme
meter allows thought to be left behind
all but the one line clearing the mind
in a moment this world is resigned
to be so inclined
to leave us behind
fears at this time are so acceptibly blind
you miss the point and get left behind
selling delusion and calling it kind
the tables can turn before you ever find
we are the world we so cruelly declined
and in the end we missed the point
were all left behind
so caught up in how we might be designed
we missed the point and got left behind
waiting for something we may never find
we missed the point and got left behind
born with two eyes we closed to be blind
we missed the point and got left behind
fearing the truth we pretend lies are kind
we missed the point and got left behind
this is the song for the world for the one and for you
if you let it get through to the heart of your soul
and let go of the fears that bring pretentious airs
and create the delusion that you are in control
of a life that is so far beyond your control
if you open your eyes to see what is true
the big picture is laid out for all to see
but the seeing is a choice that is up to you
can you open your mind to everything
can you see past your fears of what might be
can you let go of the delusion of control
can you find the heart of your soul
can you know the heart of your soul
can you be the heart of your soul
can you accept that everything you do is your choice
can you realize that god is within your own voice
can you move past your fears and take responsibility
for everything you do in reality
you choose everything you do in reality
you are everything you do in reality
you don't have to follow the majority
you don't have to conform to find security
you don't have to accept anyone's fantasy
you can create your own reality
this is the song for the world for the one and for you
if you let it get through to the heart of your soul
and let go of the fears that bring pretentious airs
and create the delusion that you are in control
of a life that is so far beyond your control
if you open your eyes to see what is true
the big picture is laid out for all to see
but the seeing is a choice that is up to you
there are so many unanswered questions
and so many unfinished songs
so many rhymes and reasons
caught between rights and wrongs
there are so many false conundrums
so much drama and pretense
fears and lies dominate our lives
and delusion is (or seems to be) our only defense
people do not want to face the facts
that we use each other
people would rather fight and lie
than share truth with each other
people would rather hide or die
than get real with each other
fearing each other
people cry
people do not want to understand
why we don't trust each other
people would rather ball up their hand
than share love with each other
people would rather make demands
than just accept each other
rejecting each other
people cry
why...
do we make choices that bring us down
oh why oh why
do we have to paint a smile on a clown
can you tell me why
we are so afraid to be honest with each other
or even with ourselves
why oh why
is it all in the books books upon our shelves
or is there another reason sisters and brothers
make life hell
so many unanswered questions
so many unfinished songs
so many rhymes and reasons
caught between rights and wrongs
so many false conundrums
so much drama and pretense
fears and lies dominate our lives
and delusion remains our defense
at least we know why
people cry
but why...
do we make choices that bring us down
oh why oh why
do we have to paint a smile on a clown
can you tell me why
we are so afraid to be honest with each other
or even with ourselves
why oh why
is it all in the books books upon our shelves
or is there another reason sisters and brothers
make life hell
why can't we just trust each other
to do the right thing
we know in our heart
why does man betray his own brother
to grab a brass ring
how did it all start
why don't we see it is a madness
a thinking error in our minds
a shared delusion that leads to sadness
and hiding behind closed blinds
when all we want to do is find
a heart that is kind
why can't we be kind
so many unanswered questions
so many unfinished songs
so many rhymes and reasons
caught between rights and wrongs
so many false conundrums
so much drama and pretense
fears and lies dominate our lives
and delusion remains our defense
at least we know why
people cry
but why...
do we make choices that bring us down
oh why oh why
do we have to paint a smile on a clown
can you tell me why
we are so afraid to be honest with each other
or even with ourselves
why oh why
is it all in the books books upon our shelves
or is there another reason sisters and brothers
make life hell
