The sense of fear on which you feed When the people canæ° believe The things they read Weæ³e been brought up to feel left out Eclipsed by the shadows of our doubt The pieces rise and rearrange And all the smiling faces seem so strange With tacit symmetry and prose I feel the doors behind me close Youæ®e here alone inside this crowd Youæ³e faced the world and made us proud But when the bitterness returns Thereæ¯ nothing left to hide the burns Iæ³e waited Iæ³e written on promises and dreams A thousand times Still relegated to these lines Like water untainted the sad. Quixotic trail Iæ³e left behind Somehow it echoes in my mind And it almost feels like coming home