Footsteps, my name
Spelled out in treason
On sidewalks fall dreams of life
In the cast of a play without lines
Pre-rehearsed and fake
White light across the lake
Should have been gold
On sidewalks fall dreams of life
In the cast of a play without lines
Pre-rehearsed and fake
To this woods
To this woods, we go
Take the shadows of life to the heart
And know, you can't be right
Can't be right