Black cloud hanging on my head Haven't seen the sunshine for weeks All I want to do is go to bed Be a runaway in a dream Well I guess I could just pretend Give the image of a man at peace Cheap means to an empty end When what I really need is some relief Help me out Like a statue stuck in time I don't ever really seem to move Maybe all of it is by design But what's a pessimist supposed to do Well I guess I could just pretend Give the image of a man whose free Feet firm on a weak defense When what I really need is some belief Tired of staring down at my feet I've been walking in a strange direction I want to rise from this defeat But am I wasting my time? Feel the wind press on my back Been fighting most my life against it I hear the voice inside my head saying "You're no good" But I'm over it Time to look on up I'm looking up