They're looking for their daily bread
searching like they're the walking dead
just fighting for a chance to get ahead.

You want change, but you're afraid to part
with all the junk that seems like art
guess that comes when you trust your heart.

We never walk the streets at night
scared to death to do what's right
while proclaiming to proclaim a star so bright.

Trying to live life without a prize
maybe one day I won't be paralyzed
not to be famous, but perhaps to be wise.