I use my guitars, keyboard, voice and bass and try and make the best music I can, I like writing songs, it's sort of a channel for my emotions, some people get
I walk the street
surrounded by a million people
not one of them knows my name
sometimes I feel
like it was all a big mistake
and I shouldn't be here today
The strangers faces
and crowded streets
ain't lying to me
I know they're empty
When I left
I had dreams like any other man
Now I just want to go home
If only mom
could see me today
she'd be so proud of me
Hang on my brother it'll be ok
I want you to know I'm there in a way
Out on these streets
it can be so lonely
and there's no escape from it
