Em
we were the magnificent dreamers .
Em
in secret lamplight hideouts .
Em
we swore the world couldn’t break us ,
Em
even when the world took us down .

Em C
so here i Am struggling out in the mighty jungle ,
G D
moving eighteen miles a minute , not slowing down for nothing .
Em C
i look to my left and i look to my right ,
G
and i’m callin’ out for my brothers
D
but it’s so dark in this night , Am i alone?

Em
did they fall down by the wayside?
Em
was i moving too blind to see them?
Em
were they calling out to me?
Em
or did despair set in?

Em C
were the things that we wanted when we were still sixteen ,
G D
only passing and fleeting , or just too far out of reach?
Em C
were you hard up or broken man , i woulda helped you out . . .
G D
were you numb and distracted when i was calling out?
D
i was calling out . . .

G D
on a sunday morning the whole crowd assembled ,
Em
i’ve done some things that i’m not too proud of . . .
G D
i’ve never left you , a deaf ear for longing .
C G
some hearts are gallows , i’m not here for hangin’ around .

G
it’s all right , man .
D
i’m only bleeding , man .
Em
stay hungry , stay free ,
Em
and do the best you can .