If you re standing next to someone Who doesn't know your name Come in pull up a chair You and me. we're the same This is the palace of the thinkers. Dreamers. in-betweeners The broken record-players Hearing something in this music Here the wind blows softly, Carrying a note forever Cradling the melody of hope If you're screaming in the dark And no one hears your voice Welcome to this whole new world of Sound Come in friend sit down Oh it's the atmosphere of truth With an offering of peace Under your flesh of weathered pride So many broken dreams Fallen man and other things If you're reaching out To no one and holding in a smile Come in and know your name Friend, I'm listening