The sun will rise and set tomorrow, but the other day's still waiting, 
These cries alive still wrapped in sorrow, and the image that's creating, 
Territory is not for free ? let it hide me, and the power that it's
Showing, 
Too late to compensate ? let ?em kill me.
?Cause that's the way it's going.

The way it's going, oh, 
And that's the way it's going.
No path can lead us home.

By night, a light we see among us, with the daylight still parading, 
The blind can bind themselves with colours, to prevent the image fading, 
They may see society slowly beat me, but it's not the pain I'm showing, 
Too soon they'll start to lose ? then they'll hear me, 
?Cause that's the way it's going.

The way it's going, oh, 
And that's the way it's going.
No path can lead us home.

No one seems to know the score, 
No one seems to care at all, 
No one seems to know for sure that?

The sun will rise and set tomorrow...