For how many years must I run all day And all night long, calling and calling Over this wind that roars like wildfire I've never sat in the street Can't let my fingers be idle Never closed my eyes in front of a stranger Hot out the gate and falling over my feet I'm out here yelling In the wilderness Can you hear me Do you see me I'm out here yelling In the wilderness Can you hear me My cup is empty This plate it gathers dust What have I to offer My home is a photo I found in a souvenir shop You may have a story I have a story too It's nothing to boast about Ink on a page Lips that remain unloved I'm out here yelling In the wilderness Can you hear me Do you see me I'm out here yelling In the wilderness Can you hear me