Beauty's there, all around.
But he can't see it,
Just can't take it anymore.
Happiness is so close but he just can't reach.
He wants to know, wants to feel what it's like.
To have a love that surpa**es all meaning of life.
It's so close but he just can't reach.
Now he sits all alone,
In the dark,
By the phone.
Waiting for the lights to turn, for the wall to come down.
Calls to God that he's not sure exists.
But he knows there's something better than this.
In days there's no laughing, no sign of relief.
He can't really fake it,
Comes out underneath.
And being himself is the best he can do.
But he wants so much to change.
Maybe he'll start with a name.
Take a walk, take a drive, anything to get out of here.
Anything to lose himself and get out of this place.
He doesn't call anybody, e wants so much to change.
Maybe he'll start with a name.
Take a walk, take a drive,
Anything to get out of here.
Who would listen, who would care.
All he wants is to be there, just there.
Boy you know that you are loved (yes you are).
Try and accept the gifts of beauty, happiness, peace, and love.
Someday he'll be happy, a sign of relief.
He wont have to fake it, crouch down underneath.
And being himself will just have to do.
And he'll never have to change. Not even his name.