Empty Street

Walking on the empty street with tomorrow on my mind.
 Every day it seems the same I find it hard to reason why,
 a reason why.
 I see the man in the big black car wishing he could have my place.
 Give him just a week of my life and wipe the smile off from his face,
 off from his face.
 Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last.
 Why can't I just look forward? It's not sympathy I ask.
 We've reached the turning point; we've reached the point of no return.
 I don't think they'll ever listen so now's the time to act.
 Look around can you see my life, just a wide and empty space,
 looking for encouragement of a worthwhile thing to do, a thing to do.
 The country's in a hell of a state everyday upon the news,
 it's all the same, if they win it's always us they will abuse,
 they will abuse.
 Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last.
 Why can't I just look forward? It's not sympathy I ask.
 We've reached the turning point; we've reached the point of no return.
 I don't think they'll ever listen so now's the time to act.
 Walking on the empty street with tomorrow on my mind.
 Every day it seems the same I find it hard to reason why,
 a reason why.
 Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last.
 Why can't I just look forward? It's not sympathy I ask.
 We've reached the turning point; we've reached the point of no return.
 I don't think they'll ever listen so now's the time to act.
 Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last.
 Why can't I just look forward? It's not sympathy I ask.
 We've reached the turning point.