Walking the street
eyes on my feet
nowhere to go
nowhere to see
Thinking of life
oh what a rife
what is this show
my internal strife
casting my eyes
thrown like the die
straight like the crow
silent I cry
often I feel like
there's nowhere
No place
for me to be
but I just keep on moving
keep on dreaming
and someday I will be
eyes on my feet
nowhere to go
nowhere to see
Thinking of life
oh what a rife
what is this show
my internal strife
casting my eyes
thrown like the die
straight like the crow
silent I cry
often I feel like
there's nowhere
No place
for me to be
but I just keep on moving
keep on dreaming
and someday I will be