I am waiting
In the line
At the end of the road
Wondering
If anything will end up the way it ought to end up

The sky is dark
Is this some desert trail?
Stretching into
A mournful sunset
Production line of naivete and hope

I am one
Among a million
Hopeless souls
Who only want
What they really need to have

And, if I have to
Do bad things
To make myself
Into the man I want to be
Then I will do anything, however foul

I need this
More than the next man
He needs it
More than me
There is no justice
In a world of desire.