Longing is a thing I understand so well
there's many things I know that i cannot tell
the difference between day and night has faded
The people that pass by
don't look me in the eye
tears of joy
are running dry
the wheel is up and turning
All I wish for today
is a strangers' smile
on my way home
That fact is that I think that i hardly know
how to turn the wheel, or where to go
one step at a time
that's where I started
The signs we use
they mean so much to me
even though I think they don't properly see
all the things worth being captured
