THE MIDDAY SKY WAS GREY AND PURPLE   AT LEAST IT WASN'T BLUE   I WANT THE SKY TO BE THE WAY I AM   AND WHAT I DO   FOR I HAVE BEEN A LOST AND LONELY   SAILOR ON YOUR SEA   RUN AGROUND BY TRUSTING SIGNALS   YOU WERE SENDING ME      THE STREETS ARE FILLED WITH EMPTY FACES   NOTHING HERE IS NEW   IT'S JUST THE SAME IN OTHER PLACES   I HAVE JOURNEYED TO   I WAS THE FIRST ACROSS THE WATER   LAST UPON THE LAND   I WALKED OUT OF THE SILVER MINE   MY POCKETS FULL OF SAND      ALONE INSIDE MY HEAD   ALONE INSIDE MY ROOM   I FEEL ALONE INSIDE MY HEAD   ALONE INSIDE MY TINY LITTLE WORLD      IT'S NOT MY LIFE IN THOSE OLD PICTURES   ONES YOU THREW AWAY   FOR I WAS ALWAYS SOMEONE ELSE   AND ALWAYS FAR AWAY   WALKING IN THE DARKEST PLACES   WHERE THE MISSION MEETS   WAITING FOR THE GROUND TO OPEN UP   BENEATH MY FEET