We stand in silence, waiting for our turn
We don't care about each other in a single file line
Just a row of cold shoulders
The life we live sometimes, it occupies our minds
We can't control sometimes, how far we fall behind
Then we feel that nudge on our shoulder
We have no patience when it comes to what we need
We have no knowledge of our history, our culture, or its greed
Not to mention one another
The life we live sometimes can drive us all insane
Some of us might sometimes drift outside our lane
Till we feel a hand on our shoulder
We all need someone standing by our side, on that single file line
Maybe after the gray, there'll be some kind of light
Until that day, we'll keep up the fight
And we all stop standing front to back, instead of side by side
Maybe after the gray, there'll be some kind of light
Until that day, we'll keep up the fight
And we all stop standing front to back, instead of side by side
And we all stop standing front to back, instead of side by side
And we all stop standing front to back, instead of side by side