You go by the tracks, With the world on your back. But there's something you can't see, What it takes to be free. Politicians raise the tax, Making money by the stacks. But there's people in need, People like you and me. Just look behind you, There might be somebody there you've been missing. Just look behind you, Where you come from is where you're drifting. Just look behind you, There might be somebody there you've been missing. Just look behind you, Where you come from is where you're drifting. You look for freedom in the cracks, But there's just cold facts. Barely air enough to breathe, Fading quickly into greed. Everyday's a shade of black, Unless you call it back. 365 degrees, A revolution of memories. Just look behind you, There might be somebody there you've been missing. Just look behind you, Where you come from is where you're drifting. Just look behind you, There might be somebody there you've been missing. Just look behind you, Where you come from is where you're drifting.