He found a simple way to express himself; he explained it in a note And then he settled down to excuse himself with the simple words he wrote. And when he came around he was lying down in a bed that's not his own And as the doctor signed his bill of health these were the words the doctor spoke. He said "this, this is your life and you can either make the most of what you have or you Can throw it all away, but there are people here who'd give anything just to live another day" And the patient cried, the doctor sighed as he turned and walked away, And he left the patient lying there in the lonely bed he made. Somewhere something went missing Still-life static and distant Steadily losing its feeling stale eyes stare at the ceiling Too much to say with simple words He found a simple way to express himself and he wrote it in a song About a better world than the one we have and the path that seems so long It's just another way to find the words to say that the hopeless days are gone And that you take this life and make the most of it and find a meaning all your own. This, this is your life; you can accept it or change it if you just make up your mind. Somewhere something went missing Still-life static and distant Steadily losing its feeling stale eyes stare at the ceiling Too much to say with simple words You found yourself; your sight is clearing The veil is gone. You stand alone.
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