| Days go by. | |
| Turn into weeks. | |
| I'm not vagrant but | |
| I've really | |
| Nothing to speak of... life's purposes evading me. | |
| Try oh though | |
| I might, Can't keep 'em in my sight... | |
| And now who's controlling me? | |
| If it's not myself, it must be someone else you see. | |
| Face down in a pool of my own sorrow. | |
| Will it last or will it leave tomorrow? | |
| Broken man, he's got you on his mind. | |
| All life's rewards are broken dreams someone forgot | |
| I guess; Forgot to wake me up you see. | |
| Are you suprised the world's not free? | |
| Now words are all you've got, | |
| Words aren't good enough for me. | |
| You've gutta move if you'll be free. | |
| You gutta bow your head. | |
| You gutta give it up. | |
| Be free. Face down in a pool of my own sorrow. | |
| Will it last or will it leave tomorrow? | |
| Broken man, he's got you on his mind. |