I've walked down high streets
Looking through windows
I've been lost in a crowd of strangers
Searched record shops and cosmetic isles
Phone books, want ads, bus stops, and libraries
Newspaper headlines, mannequin faces
Television stations, billboard advertisements
Your voice echoes in the back of my mind
I see your face when I close my eyes
Have you realized all the things you'll never be
Ideals turn to resentment
Open minds closed up with cynicism
I've got no judgement for you
Come on and ache with me
Come on and ache with me
Through bar rooms, cafes, jail cells, and courtrooms
Theaters, restaraunts, graveyards, and churches
I've spent every dollar that I've ever earned
I'll bleed my heart out, I'll give every wound
I've asked preachers, doctors, and lawyers
You may not find all that you're after
In the end, I hope it doesn't matter
Have you realized all the things you'll never be
Ideals turn to resentment
Open minds closed up with cynicism
I've got no judgement for you
Come on and ache with me
Have you realized all the things you'll never be
I've got no judgement for you
Come on and ache with me
Come on and ache with me
Come on and ache with me