Yeah we all get up for something that calls our name
And we hope for something different to surprise ourselves
But it's always the same for us
It's bringing us down
And we try to forget the past
Our own little town
I cannot follow the herd's stampeding feet down the slope
The moon is so hollow tonight it's on us to lead...
If seeing is believing, then we are blind
Running blindfolded from shadows deep in our minds
Still, it's always so sad for us
Our tears hit the ground
And they leave a mark on our face
And falls with no sound
I cannot follow the herd's stampeding feet down the slope
The moon is so hollow tonight it's on us to lead
Maybe tomorrow the sun will be bright enough
Erasing the narrow ways we look at life
If we all stopped now and listened, there would be no sound
But when dust falls down and settles on the ground
It will come first from far away
Like the whispering trees
And they're trying to tell us to rest
On this cool evening breeze
I cannot follow the herd's stampeding feet down the slope
The moon is so hollow tonight it's on us to lead
Maybe tomorrow the sun will be bright enough
Erasing the narrow ways we look at life