The snow was falling on
his shoulders by the side
of the road
And he watched as
the sun went down
Falling on the building
Swallowing the children
It's the gun in your back
It's the heart attack
It's the way you look back
before you step out
In time to see the number
of the bus that's
running you down
A million lonely people
with their bead
in the sand
Trying to make some sense of
what they don't understand
Waiting on somebody just
to give them a hand
You're designed to fall
apart on the day
the warrenty ends
And you try
but you just can't stop
Running round in circles
Knocking over hurdles
It's the knife in your back
It's the heart attack
It's the way you look back
before you step out
In time to see the shadow
of the one that's
cutting you down
A million lonely people
with their bead
in the sand
Trying to make some sense of
what they don't understand
Waiting on somebody just
to give them a hand
The snow was falling on
his shoulders by the side
of the road
And he watched as the
lights came on below
And the children were sleeping
And the women were weeping
There was nobody
keeping him here