You hope one day to feel less of this confusion
To find that lasting peace is more than an illusion
But then you wake to face another. . . revolution
And as the world keeps turning
You feel left behind

Is there another world beyond this cold existence?
Can hope return to us despite our own resistance?
I wish the light would come and filter through this distance. . .

And as the world keeps turning
You feel left behind

I hope one day to feel less of this confusion
To find that lasting peace is more than an illusion
But as I wake each day it is. . .to revolution