He's thinking of the hungry rats

Inside his stomach and he knows that

Nothing ever changes anyway


He can see himself there

He knows that look, it's called despair

His father taught him to wear it well


So he put his ear to the door of his youth

And he heard a groundswell of remorse now


There's no splendid isolation

For the abandoned generation


It gets hard to maintain

When the brightest of shells

Weather and fade anyway

Do what you can before it's too late


Arms stretched, she's on her back

Her hollow words ring from her past

She's been running from that every day


She can see herself there

She knows that look, it's called despair

Her mother taught her to wear it well


She puts her ear to the door of her youth

And she heard a groundswell of remorse now


There's no splendid isolation

For the abandoned generation


It gets hard to maintain

When the brightest of shells

Weather and fade anyway

Do what you can before it's too late


I spent a lifetime searching with tired eyes

I had the best intentions but they went away