Dear solitude, it's just you and me tonight,nsitting here watching street scenes unfoldnunderneath the neon lightsnA sad parade of lost soulsnscraping through their tragic livesnand I'm feeling like a spectatornwatching it go by.nnI'm looking onnfrom miles back inside of my head. nYeahnnLife here is ugly,nbut I can't bring myself to look awaynSearcing for some kind of meaningnin the madness of urban decay.nI'm listening for the answers tonight.nBut the voice of this city is all that I can hear. nnRain on pavement, a passing car, and sirens drawing near. nI'm looking on (I'm looking on)nfrom miles back inside my head. nnI'm just a witness to reality,ntrying to come to terms with all the shit I've seen.nIs there a meaning to any of this?nIf there is, its fucking lost on me, lost on me.nLost on me.nYeahnIs there a meaning to any of this?nIf there is, its fucking lost on me.nLost on me.