Broke and hungry, looking for loose change
Among the dust beneath my furniture.
You all call me crazy for living the way that I do,
And for trying to attempt the impossible.
Well, I call you blind.

Because I always dreamed and always rose
To the thought of filling the stadium shows.
I'm doing this with or without you.
I can't abandon the will
Or choose to leave this life I live.
You might as well kill me,
Because I'd rather die than lose.

Spent my last dime on the vending machine
In this old abandoned recording studio.
But I know that this time,
We can rebuild the foundations again,
Just you and I...

Because I always dreamed and always rose
To the thought of filling the stadium shows.
I'm doing this with or without you.
I can't abandon the will
Or choose to leave this life I live.
You might as well kill me,
Because I'd rather die than lose.

(I thought this would be done by now)