i've been riding on a strange waveni've been trying to get backnbut you know that it's hard, you know that it's hardni've been out here for daysnall alone, set adriftnwith a head full of dreams that all seem to shift to the things i heard in songs on the radios as a kidnwhy can't i feel the way now as back then when i did?noh i have tried so hard to make this time differentnand i would be a fool to think that the days don't go by quicker nowneveryday is the same game of running around in the darkntoo busy chasing my shadow to ever leave a marknand anything i could change of all the things that i saidnhow many days have gone by now?nwalking around being deadnoh i have tried so hard to make this time differentnand i would be a fool to think that the days don't go by quicker nowni could spend my life with angels waiting for the world to changenthese days i never have to singnthese days i only think about what i should not think aboutnin spite of everything i've seennand all these things kill the dream nall these things they killed the dreamnand i have tried so hard to make this time different