When I heard the news
My heart fell on the floor
I was on a plane on my way to Baltimore
In these troubled times it's hard enough as it is
My soul has a known a better life than this

I wonder how so many can be in so much pain
While others don't seem to feel a thing
Then I curse my whiteness
And I get so damn depressed
In a world of suffering
Why should I be so blessed?

I heard about a woman who lives in Colorado
She built a monument of sorts behind the garage door
Where everyday she prays for all whom are born
And all whose souls have passed on
Sometimes my trouble gets so thick
I can't see how I'm gonna get through it
But, then I'd rather be stuck up in a tree
Then be tied to it

There is so much more

I don't feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit
I can't get used to my body's limits
I got some fancy shoes to try and kick away these blues
They cost a lot of money but they aren't worth a thing
I wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete
I need to get out of this city
Lay upon the ground stare a hole in the sky
Wondering where I go when I die
...When I die