CHORUS :
   A life as a stranger
   Hands through a wire
   Forbidden desires
   Are mine for life
  
   Looking from a spiral staircase
   At a man with a suitcase
   As he shades his eyes
  
   Watching from a stained glass shelter
   e bides his time and thinks
   There must be more to life than this
  
   CHORUS
  
   The poet reads his words out loud
   To a make-believe crowd
   In the quiet of his room
  
   Careful where the tears are falling
   He closed the book and cried
   There must be more to life than this
  
   See the boy on the walkway
   Where the young have their own say
   And it screams from the walls
  
   He's writing for the hundredth time there
   I hate it all, but
   There must be more to hate than this
  
   CHORUS (4X)