Part of The Queue

Suddenly I found that i've lost my way in the city.
Steets in their thousand of colours, all bleed into one.

I fall down, heaven wont help me,
I call out, no-one would hear,
All of a sudden, i've lost my way out of the city.

Stand tall, stand proud.
Every beginning, is breaking its promise,
I'm having trouble, just finding some soul in this town.

Names on the faces, in places, they mean nothing to me.
Its all they can do to be part of a queue in this town.

I fall down, heaven wont help me,
I call out, no-one will hear,
Be no tomorrow, they say what I say, was a pity.

Stand tall, stand proud.
Every beginning, has broken it's promise,
I'm having trouble, just finding my soul in this town.

Stand tall, stand proud.
Every beginning, has broken it's promise,
I'm having trouble, just finding my soul in this town.

Finding my soul in this town.

Keep on trying,
Keep on trying,
Keep on trying,
Keep on trying,
Keep on trying.