My moves were cast out, 

My mind was passed out,

I was walking somewhere, 

But my feet were telling me home was there. 

My pounding head, 

My aching soul, 

My feet of lead, 

Have taken a toll. 

But where was I headed, 

Where have I gone. 

Was I dreaming, 

Of a song? 

But that’s the way life was to me. 

When I was so unhappy. 

I couldn’t feel any love, 

I didn’t feel any hate, 

And I just couldn’t relate. 

But that’s, that’s, that’s, 

Unhappy.