Empty Street

Walking on the empty street with tomorrow on my mind
Every day it seems the same I find it hard to reason why
A reason why
I see the man in the big black car wishing he could have my place
Give him just a week of my life and wipe the smile off from his face
Off from his face
Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last
Why can’t I just look forward? It’s not sympathy I ask
We’ve reached the turning point; we’ve reached the point of no return
I don’t think they’ll ever listen so now’s the time to act
Look around can you see my life, just a wide and empty space
Looking for encouragement of a worthwhile thing to do, a thing to do
The country’s in a hell of a state everyday upon the news
It’s all the same, if they win it’s always us they will abuse
They will abuse
Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last
Why can’t I just look forward? It’s not sympathy I ask
We’ve reached the turning point; we’ve reached the point of no return
I don’t think they’ll ever listen so now’s the time to act
Walking on the empty street with tomorrow on my mind
Every day it seems the same I find it hard to reason why
A reason why
Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last
Why can’t I just look forward? It’s not sympathy I ask
We’ve reached the turning point; we’ve reached the point of no return
I don’t think they’ll ever listen so now’s the time to act
Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last
Why can’t I just look forward? It’s not sympathy I ask
We’ve reached the turning point