Dear solitude, it's just you and me tonight,
Sitting here watching street scenes unfold
Underneath the neon lights
A sad parade of lost souls
Scraping through their tragic lives
And I'm feeling like a spectator
Watching it go by.
I'm looking on
From miles back inside of my head.
Yeah
Life here is ugly,
But I can't bring myself to look away
Searcing for some kind of meaning
In the madness of urban decay.
I'm listening for the answers tonight.
But the voice of this city is all that I can hear.
Rain on pavement, a pa**ing car, and sirens drawing near.
I'm looking on (I'm looking on)
From miles back inside my head.
I'm just a witness to reality,
Trying to come to terms with all the sh** I've seen.
Is there a meaning to any of this?
If there is, its f**ing lost on me, lost on me.
Lost on me.
Yeah
Is there a meaning to any of this?
If there is, its f**ing lost on me.
Lost on me.