Byron Black

(альбом: Make A Sound - 2004)

I met a man named Byron Black
And he carried his life strapped to his back
On a sidewalk in Houston he called home
Crying "Don't you forget me"
He said "Don't you forget me"

You don't know
What it's like to walk alone
You don't know
And I hope you never will

Every stride wears a sole more thin
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
Every stride wears a sole more thin
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing

And what can I do now?

Faces of people he would see
They were colder than any city street
And the days go on and on and they just walk by
He said "I'm disappearing"
He said "I'm disappearing"

You don't know
What it's like to walk alone
You don't know
And I hope you never will

Every stride wears a sole more thin
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
Every stride wears a sole more thin
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing

And we all were given names
But our hearts don't work the same
By-products of an evolution
Lost souls look for a lost solution
Now...

Every stride wears a sole more thin
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
Every stride wears a sole more thin
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
Every stride wears a sole more thin
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
Every stride wears a sole more thin
(And I want to know where the lost souls go)
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing
(And if we're all alone then are we nothing?)
No!