Out on the street, dead on my feet At the mercy of the stone-cold night Its hard to compete In a dead-end street With frustration in your line of sight Do you ever stop to think Do you ever stop at all Do you have the time to feel And if you do Do you know the feelings real Followed a sign that Pointed the way And I found myself Right back at that start I like to feel good Ive tried feeling sad But I cant stand a broken heart Dont wanna wait till my dyin day To realise I guess Im lucky in A strange kinda way cause its clear before my eyes A grey cloud they say Hides a surprise But it rained until I lost my belief Just close your eyes Well show you the way But I believe Ive lost my faith One man speaks and one man does While another soul wields the sword I hear you all, but I still cant see Just who it is Who speaks the chosen word