The snow was falling on
His shoulders by the side of the road
And he watched as the sun went down
Falling on the building
Swallowing the children
It's the gun in your back
It's the heart attack
It's the way you look back
Before you step out
In time to see the number
Of the bus that's running you down
A million lonely people
With their head in the sand
Trying to make some sense
Of what they don't understand
Waiting on somebody
Just to give them a hand
Hand
You're designed to fall apart
On the day the warrenty ends
And you try but you just can't stop
Running round in circles
Knocking over hurdles
It's the knife in your back
It's the heart attack
It's the way you look back
Before you step out
In time to see the shadow
Of the one that's cutting you down
A million lonely people
With their head in the sand
Trying to make some sense
Of what they don't understand
Waiting on somebody
Just to give them a hand
Hand
Hand
Hand
The snow was falling on
His shoulders by the side of the road
And he watched as the lights came on below
And the children were sleeping
And the women were weeping
There was nobody keeping him here