Sick of all this waiting round My fading footsteps hit the ground I think I hear that all the time The paper walls are looking thin Your broken heart won't let me in I think I hear that all the time The busy streets are on the go But you have never felt so low I think you feel this all the time There"s always traffic in the way Of what you really want to say I think you feel this all the time I want you to be Free of all your pain I want you to see Clearer brighter days Days Yeah, yeah These are brighter days