Out on the street, dead on my feet
At the mercy of the stone-cold night
It's hard to compete in a dead-end street
With frustration in your line of sight

Do you ever stop to think?
Do you ever stop at all?
Do you have the time to feel?
And if you do
Do you know the feeling's real?

Followed a sign that pointed the way
And I found myself right back at that start
I like to feel good, I've tried feeling sad
But I can't stand a broken heart

Don't wanna wait 'til my dying day to realise
I guess I'm lucky in a strange kinda way
'Cause it's clear before my eyes

A grey cloud, they say, hides a surprise
But it rained until I lost my belief 
Just close your eyes, we'll show you the way
But I believe I've lost my faith

One man speaks and one man does
While another soul wields the sword
I hear you all, but I still can't see
Just who it is who speaks the chosen word