Reach out for me before the night falls
The coast is clear, the sound is strong
You might think I'd turn you down, but I'm not gonna
I've packed our things, the road is long
So wipe your tears, it's our departure
Now hold my seat and hear my song
The trick is to play God and act straight human
And to accept the pack of wolves where you belong
The hand that caused you pain
The brain behind the bad things in your life
The anger in your eyes
The boredom and the panic in your strife
It's not to late to pick another
We're not to old for childish games
But we've crossed that line, we should be fathers
We don't raise kids, but we dream their names
Write lullabies for day dream infants
sung by citizens too bored to die
We're locked up good in cotton cages
We can't face the truth, so we live a lie
The hand that caused you pain
The brain behind the bad things in your life
The anger in your eyes
The boredom and the panic in your strife