Every night I ask myselfThat same old question: why?And every day the answerSeems more distantI always knew the finalTruths lay just beneath the liesBut I never thought they’dBe this hard to find…I never thought they’dBe this hard to find…Every time I try to putThis puzzle into placeThere always seems to beA piece that’s missingAnd through the eyes of someone elseI look into my faceAnd can’t believe the sorrowThere I seeI can’t believe this lonely manIs me…The faster we runThe further away the dreamsThat we chase becomeAnd lost in the sunSpinning and turningBlind in the burningLight of day –We have to turn away.Every night I ask myselfThat same old question: why?And every day the answerSeems more distantI always knew the finalTruths lay just beneath the liesBut I never thought they’dBe this hard to find…I never thought they’dBe this hard to find…The faster we runThe further away the dreamsThat we chase becomeAnd lost in the sunSpinning and turningBlind in the burningLight of day —