(Where's that space
Of fear you hide?
Have you gone way beyond the center
Out there in space
I know you need to get even)
Tell me the one about the hand
That holds you down
Because the bruise on your face,
It always seems to stay around
And tell me the one about
The hand that holds you down
Because you seem to be lost,
With no intention to be found
So how does it feel
And how does it feel
To be the one whose always in the way
To be the words that never made the page
Be the one that's always
Left out in the rain
Tell me again about the spark that met the flame
And tell me again about the man who went insane
Is there a place within for redemption
Is there a voice inside with a decision
And if so when, and if so then, where's the conviction?
So how does it feel
And how does it feel
To be the one whose always in the way
To be the words that never made the page
Be the one that's always
Left out in the rain
I know that you need to get even
And I know it's for all the right reasons
And I, well I know that you're staring at the edge
And I, well I know that you need to get even
So how does it feel
And how does it feel
To be the one whose always in the way
To be the words that never made the page
Be the one that's always
Left out in the rain
