Out on the street dead on my feet. At the mercy of the stone-cold night. It's 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 feeling's real. Followed a sign that. Pointed the way. And I found myself. Right back at that start. I like to feel good. I've tried feeling sad. But I can't stand a broken heart. Don't wanna wait till my dyin' day. To realise. I guess I'm lucky in. A strange kinda way. 'Cause it's clear before my eyes. A grey cloud they say. Hides a surprise. But it rained until I lost my belief. Just close your eyes. We'll show you the way. But I believe I've lost my faith. One man speaks and one man does. While another soul wields the sword. I hear you all but I still can't see. Just who it is. Who speaks the chosen word. .