Seven years with local hope

They take it all, don't stop don't gloat

Try to reconsider fees

Talk to him, it's all to please

Sensing heat, the fire hits

We don't have the strength left

What they made is coming down

This is in the smallest town

Because you feel

Half as real

Like most people

Personalities they steal

Rough and old, it's wearing thin

Loose thread bearing skin

But battering the day's wind

It's tough when bodies just don't bend

I can hear him try to sing

It's only breath, his words don't ring

I guess we save the way to win

Ambition is the foreign sin

Because you feel

Half as real

Like most people

Personalities they steal

And I wonder

Who is bundled up and has lost it

And I wonder

And more to come means mostly done

So take what's left with it and run

And we'll find the face that feeds the tracks

The weight we rested on our backs

With everything a social swing

There's more to do and more to bring

Everything's a social swing

With more to do and more to bring

Because you feel

Half as real

Like most people

Personalities they steal

And I wonder

Who is bundled up and has lost it

And I wonder