Well our hopes sometimes unhinge, By a dread nightmare that closes in to peek At the one who doesn't know What's just outside.

Looking in, it is unmoved, By the weakness that it sees inside the man; And I find not many tears, Find not many tears to help me hide.

CHORUS ✤ Twenty cars outside the window. None of them here yesterday. Everyone just says they're sorry, And there's twenty cars to drive you away.

I don't mean to be unkind, But more than one is feeling like a crowd; Closing in, pressing down, Unsettled loud.

It is unsure that no ones thinks There's a selfishness that draws me out alone; But I find not many words, Find not many words that make me proud.

CHORUS ✤