HOW MANY PIECES HAVE FALLEN FROM MY WORLD?
WHERE HAVE THEY GONE?
IF I PICKED THEM UP COULD I PUT MYSELF TOGETHER AGAIN?
WHERE DID I GO WRONG?
IT SEEMS THAT ALL THOSES FRIENDLY STEPS THAT I CAN HEAR WALKING TO MY DOOR
ARE JUST THE RAINDROPS FALLING ON MY WINDOW PANE
AND AS THE WATER FALLS DOWN
EVERYTHING WILL STAY THE SAME

THERE MUST BE A BETTER WAY
I CAN CUT MYSELF TO RIBBONS
BUT THE SKIN BENEATH THIS MARBLE FACE WILL STAY JUST THE SAME

COMPLETELY ALONE….
ON MARBLE PEDESTAL HE STANDS
SO STILL…. AND YET HE LIVES
ON TIME AGAIN…. THE BUS CROWD STROLLS AROUND & BACK AGAIN
RELIVES HIS OWN LIFE AS IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN
A MONUMENT… TO ALL WHO CANNOT STAND THE RIGOURS OF THIS GAME
AND AS THE WATER FALLS DOWN EVERYTHING WILL STAY THE SAME

A GLEAMING SMILE MUST PLAY ACROSS MY STATUE'S FACE
AN ACCEPTED MASK FOR TRUE EMOTIONS ALWAYS LACK IN GRACE
BUT EVEN FOR A STATUE THE RULES OF THIS EXISTENCE CAN BE TOO GREAT
AS FOR A MOMENT SADNESS DANCES THROUGH THE MIRTH
DISTURBS A TRAGIC MASQUERADE
A TEAR FALLS DOWN THE STATUE'S FACE
AND AS THE WATER FALLS DOWN EVERYTHING WILL STAY THE SAME