It's cold out. I'm tired. The road that I'm on goes nowhere I want to go. Wind's blowing, from the west side. I don't have a scarf or a hat on my head.
My arms up, my head back, screaming so loud but the world doesn't hear me. Then I trip up. I'm falling. I hit the ground hard and so fast, now I'm shook up.
I'm gone. I'm nowhere. I'm lost to this world and it's wanting of me. This planet is a crazy place, full of insanity. I feel like I'm the only one who knows how to fix it.
As I lay there, you reach out, take me by the hand and you lift me up high. You tell me, you heard me, and now I'm not gone anymore. So I thank you. We walk on. I'm not tired.