Verse 1. Eyes make their peace in difficulties. With wounded lips and salted cheeks. And finally we step to leave. To the departure lounge of disbelief. . And I don't know where I'm going. But
Everywhere we go we feel like we're strangers, . On the other hand it makes us feel major; . If they never knew then maybe they'll name ya, . Don't let 'em change ya. . When you finally find what
