When a milion miles from nowhere
Is still too close to home
You're with a hundred thousand people
And you still feel all alone
She was never in the circle
Or the round would be a square
And the more she seemed to want it
All the less they seemed to care
Sold out and no admission
It's never who, it's only why
When you're on your way to somewhere
Do you look for stairs to heaven
Or wander through the halls?
To the ones who make the law
But they burned with too much fire
And his heart was made of straw
It's always he and he knows why
If you're looking at tomorrow
Then the past will be your future
And it's there you'll always stay
That smile from magazines
Our new kings and all our queens
Such heat and too much pressure
And no more living the lie