spend a little time standinâ on the front linesand you really canât talk at allyour mind begins to wonderis there any love at all?the photographs you tookyeah there was somethinâ in their eyesevery saint used to be a sinnerevery man used to be a childyou said it was all in inside my mindyou were wrongthere was graceyou saw the enemyI saw your facepeople like you and Ispinninâ through spaceyou were wrongI still have faitheverytime I feel the sunshineI thank the Lord up abovefor seeinâ somethinâ Icouldnât see at allcominâ down hardthe feelinâs all gonewhere are we gonna hide?my wings are feelinâ clipped nowand all I wanna do is flysomethinâs gotta giveget up, stand up, see through itgotta get this message to youyou said life donât mean a thingthat thereâs no reason left to dream