there is always someone   who knows a better way   draw your own conclusions   but i for one would rather say   i'm not happy here   there's still a long way to go   and the way i see things   i'm always the last to know      after all that i've been through   why should i, should i find time for you?      i hear these rumours   promising me better days   but i see darkness   and i for one would rather say   i can't help believing   there's still a long way to go   i keep my eyes wide open   but i'm always the last to know      after all that i've been through   why should i, should i find time for you?      i could talk for hours   i was born that way   but in this land of ours   i for one would rather say   i'm not happy here   there's still a long way to go   and the way i see things   i'm always the last to know      after all that i've been through   why should i, should i find time for you?   after all that i've been through   why should i, should i find time for you?