The headlines in the dailies are the horses in a race They lead you to believe that life and death are commonplace Some believe it And I'm crying again I heard some good intentions and not all were second-hand But bravado and pretension will not feed a hungry man It's been said before And I'm crying again Very quietly The world loses blood overnight Without a fight In the morning The sickness will hide in the light Out of sight Running from a world that they will never understand The masses ride their passions with the throttle in their hands Nobody knows What is waiting around the bend Now and then the criminal in my skin lets out a sigh He'd like to think he's innocent But he cannot tell a lie Truth is like a knife And I'm crying again