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 and think
  Do you ever stop at all
  Do you have 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 the 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 ly belief
  Just close your eyes and 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 words
  I hear you all but I still can't see just who it is
  Who speaks the chosen word