Outside

From Poetry $1 · Track 7

I cover my ears as doors close
Each new day is like the last
When they call lights out
I drift silently into the past

Why do my eyes open
Every day before the call
Staring into nothing
White sheets, white walls...

And I wonder, where's she?
And will she wait for me
outside?

There's nothing left outside
But I can't forget... the outside.
Who'll stand for me outside
Who will I be?

Time's all I have to hold
Torn pages of aaa book in my hands
Wonder who's red it before me
And if today he's a free man

And I wonder, where's she?
And will she wait for me...
outside?

There's nothing left... outside
But I can't forget the outside.
Who'll stand for me... outside
Who will I be?

There's nothing left...
There's nothing left...
There's nothing left...

If only I could go back
Talk to that lost child for a time
Wisdom that burns to be shared
Words repeating in my mind

And I wonder, where's she?
And will she wait for me outside?

There's nothing left outside
But I can't forget the outside.
Who'll stand for me outside
Who will I be?

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