In the sun my colour fades
In the distance there, a mountain range
The Spirit isn’t dead, it’s transforming in me
I waited on a call that didn’t come
A selfish talk about selfless thoughts in me
Take my picture
Pick me up in a cab
I’m not the man I thought I’d be once
My experience was all at once
Proven to me, still I won’t believe
Was it a mistake or was it meant for me?
Now I’m waiting out in the rain
The sun is down, the cab never came for me
Take my picture
Pick me up in a cab
I’m not the man I thought I’d be once
Take your picture with me while you still can
Is it not what you thought it’d be?
Does anybody know the number for a cab?
I’m not what I thought I’d be