Trapped in a Machine

I put my jacket and pick up my soul

Open the door and leave you again

Where will my feet lead me this time?

I have no home I'm a free man

I watch the people who pass me by

Sad, ugly faces, trapped in a machine

I'll never get it, why they won't try

What is their point? What do they mean?

 

The streets around are wet with rain

And there is no warm place to go

I am not hurt, but I feel the pain

There's no one around, but I feel at home

The streets around are wet with rain

And there is no warm place to go

I am not hurt, but I feel the pain

There's no one around, but I feel at home

It's the fifth time I've cried tonight

I see no place for me in this world

In darkened park without light

I'm all alone, I'm sitting curled

I see the people who don't exist

Strong smiling faces with nothing to hide

Maybe I'm (a) wacko, and (a) lonely beast

But I'll remembered as (the) one who tried

The streets around are wet with rain

And there is no warm place to go

I am not hurt, but I feel the pain

There's no one around, but I feel at home

The streets around are wet with rain

And there is no warm place to go

I am not hurt, but I feel the pain

There's no one around, but I feel at home