To be sentenced to a life like this, Will bring you under A glimpse of gold on crooked roads, Is lying under As crippled as a man I've been, It's all arisen, It's all in the way of sympathy, Will bring you under Compassion leads me to the scene, That's you been telling me, But I belong but not whit these I wanted to be free but not like this And I'll be torn in the storm as I'm walking away Don't feel the scars, see the stars as I'm walking away A bridge is torn by the thorn, as I'm walk in a stray I leave the stars, for the cars as I'm walking away And I belong, but I'm walking away And I'll be gone before the fall And I belong To be sentenced to a life like this, Will bring you under A glimpse of gold on crooked roads, Is lying under As crippled as a man I've been, It's all arisen, It's all in the way of sympathy, Will bring you under Traps and leads in to the scene, That's you been telling me, But I belong but not whit these I wanted to be free but not like this And I'll be torn in the storm as I'm walking away Don't feel the scars, see the stars as I'm walking away A bridge is torn by the thorn, as I'm walk in a stray I leave the stars, for the cars as I'm walking away And I belong, but I'm walking away And I'll be gone before the fall And I belong