Troubled man in the supermarket aisle
In the only place he feels he's still worthwhile
Reading labels on the things he'll never own
Never quite sure how to find his only home
Troubled woman wearing silver in her hair
Hanging nearer over every hole and stare
Hoping when her husband entered in a blur
He might recognize himself as well as her
In the twilight of our dreams
They unravel at the seams
Troubled daughter in her academic years
Sitting outside of the lecture hall in tears
Troubled son selling everything he owns
Save a picture of his father by the phone
In the twilight of our dreams
They unravel at the seams
As our days tonight return
We remember how we were
