So, what happened to all your plans?nYou were so quick to throw your handnIn a journey no more than 40 days, you would be:nnJust some king without a crownnEating everyone else around (oh no)nParading all day with his thrift store rings foolishlynnWith every move you makenTo keep the piece in timenYou stumble through a hazenOf vanishing fine linesnAnd everything you donCrumbles all aroundn'Cause all the walls you build are tearing downnnWhen all your kings and queensnAll go to their kneesnAnd all the faded marks swimmin inside your heartnThe systems in the headnConnected to the rest are holding onto younHolding on to younnAnd no one knows and no one caresnWhy he was hiding in God knows where (oh no)nAnd the liner notes will have to read He was therennWhen suddenly you movenYour hand surprises younYour heart it gains a stridenAnd effervescent eyesnnYou see the faded marksnAnd every jaded heartnAnd all that you confessednThe hymns that cried for restnnIt measures in the gloomnIn every hotel roomnWhen everything you do comes crashing down