The city is running too fast to realize And old man is dying under rags 'n' dust The streets like rivers but full of people I never felt so alone in all my life ...I never felt so alone... No one cares no one knows the coldness as the only law I feel it through my veins Hard to talk and meet the eyes, misty wheatyer on our days Where do we go wrong?? They call it progress I call it sadness If everyone is closed in his brainstorm We lose the essence of a good living Am I pathetic or just a realist? ...I call it sadness... No one cares no one knows the coldness as the only law I feel it through my veins Hard to talk and meet the eyes, misty wheatyer on our days Where do we go wrong??