The snow was falling on his shoulders by the side of the road

And he watched as the sun went down

Falling on the building, swallowing the children

It's the gun in your back, it's the heart attack

It's the way you look back before you step out

In time to see the number of the bus that's running you down

A million lonely people with their bead in the sand

Trying to make some sense of what they don't understand

Waiting on somebody just to give them a hand

You're designed to fall apart on the day the warranty ends

And you try but you just can't stop

Running round in circles, knocking over hurdles

It's the knife in your back, it's the heart attack

It's the way you look back before you step out

In time to see the shadow of the one that's cutting you down

The snow was falling on his shoulders by the side of the road

And he watched as the lights came on below

And the children were sleeping and the women were weeping

There was nobody keeping him here