Ive often dreamt me
Like the man on TV
Singing Riders on the Storm.
Or the man in the ring
Dancing and punching
Make you wish youd never been born
And im not certain how,
but the time has come now
I look the mirror in the eye and ask why.
Living life for a strangers eyes.

I could just live for me.
But nobody would see.
Ah but who really cares!?
It may sound unkind
But leave all behind,
And trek alone through the woods in the bare.
Alone to the woods in the bare.
An actor out alone need'nt care