I can hear the treetops in the distance
I can see your hollowed eyes
What have you done to yourself in this instance?
I guess it comes as no surprise

I can see the billboards in the distance
Writing is on every wall
I don't want to know about your business
Sooner or later, friend, you've got to fall

Every night it's gotta be adventure
The way you live your life's a crime
And if you're guilty, will you serve the sentence?
You're already doing time

There's nothing wrong with having aspirations
Nothing wrong with walking tall
But if misfortune deals the consequences
Sooner or later, friend, you've got to fall

I know the difference, you keep your distance
I don't want to know what you've got
Is it pathetic to be sympathetic?
Maybe you don't want to get caught
Caught up in something that's real
That could last for a lifetime
Nothing like the disease
Disease that's in your mind

I can see your life disintegrating
Into ashes in your hand
And I know you wouldn't want to tell me
What is wrong 'cause you're a man

Writer : ROBERT ARTHUR MOULD
Copyright : Lyrics © BUG MUSIC