While Walking

Saturdays an empty space that city streets consumed every night.
A strangers face is scared to death walking far past all the street lights.
Light a smoke and look away, there's something to ignore in every ally way.
A million souls, a single place, but everyone is fighting for space.

Is this all we can feel?
Is this all we can feel?
Is this all we can feel with these hearts?

Lonely eyes out of place, dreams of the day when she will be held.
A photograph and younger days, she could barely recognize her own face.
A broken man with breathing bones, the living dead are singing in the rain.
I wonder what they dreamt of doing when they still had some change.

Is this all we can feel?
Is this all we can feel?
Is this all we can feel with these hearts?

Whos to say that destiny will carry these arms away
When nobody knows what theyre up aginst
We'll fall through the clouds if we try to stand
Whos to say that destiny will carry these arms away
When nobody knows what theyre up aginst
We'll fall through the clouds if we try to stand

Is this all we can feel?
Is this all we can feel?
Is this all we can feel?