days go by turn into weeks i m not vagrant but i ve really nothing to speak of life s purposes evading me try oh though i might can t keep em in my sight and now who s controlling me if it s not myself it must be someone else you see face down in a pool of my own sorrow will it last or will it leave tomorrow broken man he s got you on his mind all life s rewards are broken dreams someone forgot i guess forgot to wake me up you see are you suprised the world s not free now words are all you ve got words aren t good enough for me you ve gutta move if you ll be free you gutta bow your head you gutta give it up be free face down in a pool of my own sorrow will it last or will it leave tomorrow broken man he s got you on his mind