I woke up,
I could not face my face.
Out of touch,
out of place.
Gave a smile,
I gave it one more try.
I gave up,
and still I'm asking why?
Then my conscience tells me,
I'm seldom sober.
Always under,
never over.
I didn't mean to hurt noone.
Now all these years gone by,
n' I'm not the only one.
So I cross myself,
and look outside to see.
A river from the mountains,
flows to me.
...as I die inside,
life goes on.
I could not face my face.
Out of touch,
out of place.
Gave a smile,
I gave it one more try.
I gave up,
and still I'm asking why?
Then my conscience tells me,
I'm seldom sober.
Always under,
never over.
I didn't mean to hurt noone.
Now all these years gone by,
n' I'm not the only one.
So I cross myself,
and look outside to see.
A river from the mountains,
flows to me.
...as I die inside,
life goes on.