Verse 1
He’s a quiet man/Toting his personal revolutions/  
with no influence/ he whistles a melancholy music/ 
A frail figure to look up to for the drop outs and vagrants/
He went all out to make it/ but learn failure is contagious/ 
He learned it from his father/ the ways of the drifter/
With the coins in his cup and the call of “hey mister”/
Could you spare some change or a draft of your cigarette/
Do you care if I blame and resent those who give me less/
He was that makeshift man/ who dreamt those dreams/
So real he had learn to deal with what he really believed/
He was a man child/ worn down by the hardships/
His last smile was torn down when his feeling were discarded/
Like the garbage he eats next to the home he constructed/
In the alley behind nowhere/ he’ll tell you what hard luck is/
He’ll give you his broken doctrine/ recycled for those who listen/
He will leave no mark on the world and no one will miss him/

Chorus:
Can you hear a whisper can you hear his voice/
he opens up his mouth and you never hear a ....
can you hear his heartbeat screaming remember me/
and in his place just a distant memory/

Verse 2
It’s started with the what ifs and what now’s/
Broken hearted from what love is/ he became a drop out/
He married when she was pregnant/ love was his disguise/
With a demon in a bottle/ and 100 yard stare in his eyes/
They lived in a small apartment/ sharing small pieces of their heart/
But she never could compete with his need for the bar/ 
She was by herself for doctor visits and he was holding a bottle/
He was afraid of the Commitment and being a role model/
When it was all said and done/ he was obsessed with what he wasn’t/
He couldn’t count his blessings when he was no longer a husband/
No longer a father, no longer a man/ 
He had to sit and understand/he can only give what he can/
And when he was all tapped out, he tried to give more regardless/
But he learned to give too much then suffer with the hardships/
He knew it couldn’t last/ and he had the scars that resemble them/
A man widdle down to nothing and no one to remember him/


Hook: 

Verse 3 
If your heart is where the home is/ I guess I’m homeless/
And if there is love at first sight then I guess I lose focus/
And if time heals all wounds/ then time is my cup of tea/
But the windows to my soul aren’t open enough for me to see/
I’ve made a lot of mistakes/ in other peoples shoes/
What goes around comes around/ so stop before I puke/
Im like the snake that gives you the apple Eve bit into/
Or a cancer with in you that your just dying to live through/
I feel like the first pilgrim/ to steal land from the natives/
Or like that first trip that brought Africans on slave ships/
I’m like that first plane that crashed into Manhattan/
Or the truck that brought that assassin/ to Oklahoma to attack them/
I'm my worse enemy and I destroys everything I touch/
I turned from God and now I wait to see me self destruct/ 
I wish I could just fold myself inside out/ and have me revealed
Show you my heart and why it needs to be healed/ like what