|Should I tell you why I feel so down,
|when all I've carried for days is
|the same old doubts?
|Well I'd tell you if I'd had a plan,
|only you're one of those with
|your head in the sand.
|While I don't feel so afraid,
|maybe this is just some kind of phase,
|but I don't care about the wind in my face.
|'cos I'm not alone, these days.
|Could I tell you how I hear those sounds?
|Well I've been roaming the streets with
|my head in the cloud,
|and I won't need to show you my heart.
|'Cos all I need in my hands is an Electric Guitar.
|Well I thought that you understood,
|that friends like these won't ever do me no good.
|'cos I have never known the people I should,
|but I'm not alone, these days.
|Maybe I misunderstood.