Byron Black

I met a man named Byron Black And he carried his life strapped to his back On a sidewalk in Houston he called home Crying: "Don't you forget me" He said: "Don't you forget me" "You don't know what it's like to walk alone You don't know and I hope you never will" Every stride wears the soul more thin 'Til it's slowly worn down to nothing Every stride wears the soul more thin 'Til it's slowly worn down to nothing And what can I do now? Faces of people he would see They were colder than any city street And the days go on and on and they just walk by He said: "I'm disappearing" He said: "I'm disappearing" "You don't know what it's like to walk alone You don't know and I hope you never will" Every stride wears the soul more thin 'Til it's slowly worn down to nothing Every stride wears the soul more thin 'Til it's slowly worn down to nothing And we all were given names But our hearts don't work the same By-products of an evolution Lost souls look for a lost solution now {Every stride wears the soul more thin} {'Til it's slowly worn down to nothing} Every stride wears the soul more thin 'Til it's slowly worn down to nothing Every stride wears the soul more thin 'Til it's slowly worn down to nothing And I want to know where the lost souls go And if we're all alone then we are nothing No!