I don't know a soul who's not been battered,
I don't have a friend who feels at ease.
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered,
Or driven to it's knees.
but its alright, its alright.
For we've lived so well, so long.
Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on,
I wonder what's gone wrong.
I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong.