There's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane but it isn't even Christmas
He sees a note in the obituary that his last friend has died
There's an infant clinging to his overweight mother in the cold as they go to shop for cigarettes
And she spends her last dollar on a bottle of vodka for tonight
And I guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes
You can never get out of the line of sight
Like a barren winter day or a patch of unburned green
Like a tragic real dream, I guess it struck a nerve
Everyday I wander in negative disposition as I'm bombarded by superlatives
Realizing very well that I am not alone
Introverted, I look to tomorrow for salvation, but I'm thinking altruistically
And a wave of overwhelming doubt turn to the stone, oh-oh
And I guess it struck a nerve, sent a murmur through my heart
We just haven't got time to crack the maze
Like a magic speeding clock, or a cancer in our cells
A collision in the dark, I guess it struck a nerve
I try to close my eyes
But I cannot ignore the stimuli
If there's a purpose for us all, it remains a secret to me
Don't ask me to justify my life
'Cause I guess it's struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes
You can never get out of the line of sight
Like a magic speeding clock, or a cancer in our cells
A collision in the dark, I guess it struck a nerve
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