I know a man, trying to get lost in the crowd. Hiding his eyes, but knowing he wants to cry out loud,

"Look at me! Am I so different than the rest of you? You can't understand what I've been through; be thankful for it..."

I know a man, who sees what no one else has seen. Not sure himself what all his life has come to mean...

I remember when, he says with a sullen smile, but really knowing all the while, he can't remember why.

Look at that man with the tears so dry, the laugh so hollow and the heart in chains.

Help that man with the lonesome soul... He'll need to cry when he faces what remains of a pain he can't let go...

I know a man, haunted by imagined wars, uncertain why he hesitates at open doors.

I know a man who doesn't see the value of a sentimental kind of love that's hurt him straight through...

Look at that man with the tears so dry, the laugh so hollow and the heart in chains.

Help that man with the lonesome soul... He'll need to cry when he faces what remains of a pain he can't let go...

I know a man who's empty as a broken dream, who's wandering like a shallow stream...