His future is dark, his past is a hole
He’s broken
He’s lost his body and soul
I’ve watched all his friends passing by
His load is a river that he needs to cry

Oh come, let me help
I’m watching you fall
My hands and my feet are no longer bound
Oh why so afraid of losing face
I’ve told you that power is a lonely place
I have told you that power is a lonely place

He washes his words
Yet nothing is clean
No man ever was so spiteful and mean
The watch on his wrist tells time and a tale
His load is a whirlwind he needs to exhale

Oh come let me help
You’re digging a hole
I know you want out
Away from it all
But why so afraid of losing face
I’ve told you that power is a lonely place
I have told you that power is a lonely place

He picks up his pace, he tidies his house
He packs up and leaves his children and spouse
Their meeting is long
They write down a law
Forbidding the things that he never saw

And never again will he be alone
The road that he walks is paved with gold
They sit holding hands, the chosen, the few
They’re faking the future, believing it’s true
They are faking the future, believing it’s true