Lyric

The march goes on outside the window

But here I stand outside the line

I don’t know why I’m standing out of time

They’re heading off to battle’s fire

I watch and smoke, alone, inspired

And now I know why I’m outside the line

Just smoking, watching, passing time

I cast my eyes on many faces

Grey masses drifting far away

Those same souls I once stared at strangely

Running where dreams have lost their way

I don’t seek answers anymore

Nor chase the crowds along the shore

I’ve seen too many worn-out stories

How dreams get crushed by faded glories

No marching off to unknown lands

Just crawling down a worn-out path

Running fast when they command

Even if you’re not needed at last

The march goes on outside the window

But here I stand outside the line

I don’t know why I’m standing out of time

They’re heading off to battle’s fire

I watch and smoke, alone, inspired

And now I know why I’m outside the line

Just smoking, watching, passing time