Reality

On the 15th floor,

Where the bosses cry for more and more

Delightful things to crawl across the floor.

They have a word they use to justify

Every time they steal, cheat, or lie...

REALITY, it seems is a fistful of broken dreams.

You do what you have to do and not what you want to.

I can't face REALITY.

On the street below, there's some faces we all know.

Homeless joe and bob-the-boy-next-door.

They sell directions to the houses of the stars.

They live in boxes and cash their checks at bars.

REALITY, it seems is a fistful of broken dreams.

You do what you have to do and not what you want to.

REALITY, my friend, that's what's left at the bitter end.

A crumb from the cake carved in the face of disaster.

I can't face...

REALITY.

I was awoken by a scream the other night.

They say she even tried to put up a fight.

I rolled over and turned out the light on another life.

I saw this child, an innocent child,

Standin' in the street screamin,' "where's my mamma."