به راه خود.

We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl Year after year, Running over the same old ground, What have we found? The same old fears.

Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange A walk-on part in the war For a leading role in a cage?

we could disappear now, tonight.