The snow was falling on his shoulders by the side of the road
And he watched as the sun went down
Falling on the building
Swallowing the children
It's the gun in your back
It's the heart attack
It's the way you look back before you step out
In time to see the number of the bus that's running you down
A million lonely people with their bead in the sand
Trying to make some sense of what they don't understand
Waiting on somebody just to give them a hand
You're designed to fall apart on the day the warrenty ends
And you try but you just can't stop
Running round in circles
Knocking over hurdles
It's the knife in your back
It's the heart attack
It's the way you look back before you step out
In time to see the shadow of the one that's cutting you down
OH
The snow was falling on his shoulders by the side of the road
And he watched as the lights came on below
And the children were sleeping
And the women were weeping
There was nobody keeping him here
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