there is always someone

who knows a better way

draw your own conclusions

but i for one would rather say

i'm not happy here

there's still a long way to go

and the way i see things

i'm always the last to know



after all that i've been through

why should i, should i find time for you?



i hear these rumours

promising me better days

but i see darkness

and i for one would rather say

i can't help believing

there's still a long way to go

i keep my eyes wide open

but i'm always the last to know



after all that i've been through

why should i, should i find time for you?



i could talk for hours

i was born that way

but in this land of ours

i for one would rather say

i'm not happy here

there's still a long way to go

and the way i see things

i'm always the last to know



after all that i've been through

why should i, should i find time for you?

after all that i've been through

why should i, should i find time for you?