On an open road, to open a world of a stranger's eyes
as the light in mine had lost its shine.
And what once was love or desire had been
thrown in time and consumed by it's fire

I was searching for something,
searching for someone...

I met an old man who wasn't okay- he said out of a
hanging cigarette, "son I'm doing drugs to **** the pain today
While lying to my family and pushing friends away,
as I'm nothing **** perfect, but I'm perfectly imperfect.
I never knew purpose, and maybe God did it on purpose"

He jumped of the edge of his dreams inside of his head,
in a colourless world —all passions were dead
in the grey smoke of cigarettes; he said, "son don't you see
I haven't prayed in awhile and can't crack a smile
I've been living on the line, but it's not drawing me still
I got children to feed, a nagging wife to satisfy and a house
of unpaid bills. I got ash in my lungs and a chimney throat,
I cough like a **** exhaust, and I'm exhausted beyond"

He didn't trust any man, or listen to gods,
his face was kind of odd, as his problems were round
Going in circles; he said, "son don't just believe a
beautiful title to a scene- you'd best **** believe that
there's more things hidden between. While praying on
your needs, some are embarrassed to pray on their knees
It's a deaf kind of silence before a man's defeat,
but you still have some time to deal with your grief
And life may take it from you, but it can't take all you
have to give. Son you best believe"

"Let your imaginations take you to places unseen
and don't let them trouble you of youth
Or let them tie you down in your shoes,
you've got nothing to prove- lest you proving how to lose
And don't lose yourself in this broken world, else you'll
end up searching for yourself. Don't look at me as a
stranger- I'm a reflection of yourself"

"We're not strangers in this this world
we're just living in a strange world"