Seems we′ve fallen onto hard times and the road ahead is rough,
yeah, the road ahead is rough.
There was always a tomorrow but we couldn′t get enough,
no, we couldn′t get enough.
All these years when we thought we′d get stronger,
reach the beach of a greener shore;
we were just too blind and we couldn′t keep up longer:
it got less and less and not more and more.
Now the streets are full of people whose children those can′t feed,
no, whose children those can′t feed,
yet our world seems torn asunder: Help the needy? - Feed the greed?
Help the needy? - Feed the greed?
Here I stand and my illusions lose their soothing shine,
oh, they lose their soothing shine,
but I stumble on regardless, yearning for a sign,
for a hopeful sign.
Seems we′ve fallen onto hard times and the road ahead is rough,
yeah, the road ahead is rough.
There was always a tomorrow but we couldn′t get enough,
no, we couldn′t get enough.
16.1.2008