Most days, I'm burning in a fire, I got a cliche cold staring at my world, These days the bird is on the wire, Two fingers pull a pen, a half drawn picture of a dream, And here between the writing on the wall, I try to feel forgotten for a while, And it's hard, and I get angry all the time, But this is not a life I cannot change
But somewhere in the heart of the aftermath, There's an answer for me, 'Cause you could have been anybody on the road to me
And you said, this time you needed answers, No time for second chances that we wasted long before, And I said, you only see the problems, You're too afraid to solve and so I headed for the door, And here between the writing on the wall, I try to feel forgotten for a while, And it's hard, to see the shadow in a man, He is the last to see the light before it hits him where he stands
But somewhere in the heart of the aftermath, There's an answer for me, 'Cause you could have been anybody on the road for me And all this time, Your head is numb, And maybe I don't know, But somewhere in the heart of the aftermath, There's an answer for me, 'Cause you could have been anybody on the road that I know
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