You know I might not make it 'till tomorrow
I might not make it through the day
Those strange powers they control me
I may be free, but I'm still a slave
But there's no way to prove
No way to prove those things to you
And I know it's no big secret
But what can a poor boy do
There's always been walls around me
And they've been put up so secretly
And they stop me from livin'
The way that I am supposed to be
And it all seems so perfect
But it gets corrupted so easily
But there's no way to prove
No way to prove those things to you
But there's no way to prove
No way to prove those things to you
And I know it's no big secret
But what can a poor boy do
Maybe I'm just tellin' stories
Sometimes it's hard to believe
That the things that you count on
They can break down so easily
And it all seems so perfect
But it gets corrupted so easily
But there's no way to prove
No way to prove those things to you