What am I, a man you may say but you don't know me. Have you spoken with God? I have and he says he's ashamed. What have I become, what have I done. What am I, a man you may say but you don't know me. Have you spoken with the Devil? I have and he swears he's not to blame and I understood cuz I feel the same. You come at me with arms wide open but I stand alone. We're no heroes, and we're not made of stone. Right or wrong I can hardly tell. What am I, brave you may say but you don't know me. Have you heard from God? I have and he sounds just like me. "What have I done, and who have I become". What am I, normal you may say but you don't know me. Have you seen the Devil? I have and he looked a lot like me. (turns away) I'm not defending our downward decending that's falling further and further away, Getting closer everyday. You come at me with arms wide open but I'm not their anymore. Their is no heroes, and no one is made out of stone. Their is no more wright or wrong that I can honestly say. I'm on the wrong side of Heaven and the righteous side, the righteous side of Hell. So what am I now that you know me ? I'm dead.
It's about a soldier who became a hobo andΒ Β lost all hope.