We were the magnificent dreamers
In secret lamplight hideouts
We swore the world couldn't break us,
Even when the world took us down

So here I am struggling out in the mighty jungle,
Moving eighteen miles a minute, not slowing down for nothing
I look to my left and I look to my right,
And I'm callin' out for my brothers
But it's so dark in this night, am I alone?

Did they fall down by the wayside?
Was I moving too blind to see them?
Were they calling out to me?
Or did Despair set in?

Were the things that we wanted when we were still sixteen,
Only passing and fleeting, or just too far out of reach?
Were you hard up or broken man, I woulda helped you out
Were you numb and distracted when I was calling out?
I was calling out

On a Sunday morning the whole crowd assembled,
I've done some things that I'm not too proud of
I've never left you, a deaf ear for longing
Some hearts are gallows, I'm not here for hangin' around

It's all right, man
I'm only bleeding, man
Stay hungry, stay free,
And do the best you can