I started writing a new symphony From the sound of the cars In the rain on the street It used to be us then But now it's just me Tuning in, taking notes From a broken TV And the truth is that right now I'm feeling caged Against the conventional senses I rage Making a statement on every page But what does it prove? Whose mind does that change? I'm alone in the city I'm alone in the city I'm alone in the city And nobodies coming for me Days turn to weeks since I've been checked out Trying my best with The weight of the doubt That life is more than Just a series of chains That I put on myself No one else to blame And it feels like I'm stuck In the state that i'm in A drunken preacher With no congregation So I take my place Among the autumn leaves It's a failure to thrive With a family to feed I'm alone in the city I'm alone in the city I'm alone in the city And nobodies coming for me I'm alone in the city And nobodies coming And there's a man On the corner Screaming at me Says that I am the problem I guess I agree So I reach in my pocket To give him some change And he pushes it back Says, "it can't fix the pain" "I'm alone in the city I'm alone in the city I'm alone in the city And nobodies coming for me"