歌词
I have been weary, I have been working, I have been waging war
A war with myself and we know war is hell still they tell you that less is more
And soon I'll be gone to the city that's always been a part of my life
There you await my arrival and fate's in the hands of a transit line
And it's at the strangest hours
When you finally feel your power
Of all that you can do
Cause of all that you've been through
Beauty's around, tell me how is it found if your head's always hanging down?
The ground is a good place for feet, not for your face
So chin up to make it count
And I have moved West and it's proven a test to see if I have the guts
To stick it all out through the drain and the drought under rays of a burning sun
And it's at the strangest hours
When you finally feel your power
Of all that you can do
Cause of all that you've been through
It's at the strangest hours
When you finally feel your power
Of all that you can do
Cause of all that you've been through
I have been weary, I have been working, I have been waging war
