Night outside grows white I lie faceup in my shell Open my eyes Don't feel like falling into blank space Had allowed that life to drift For I've chosen a different trail When darkness fades Don't feel like falling into blank space Want to be your light Illuminate your smiles Want to be your cure Bridge between self and us Want to be your prayer Wipe the tears from your eyes When the night returns I won't collapse I'm set to rise

I've become resistant to myself To my weaknesses and pain I've become the one who wants to live And just feel alive again I've changed myself I've changed I've changed myself I've changed I've become addicted to being strong Started out my second life And the remnants of your tears and smiles Shift deleted from my mind Without knowing how it hurts I feel safe Without knowing how it hurts I feel safe Is this what I really wanted? Is this what I really wanted? (Without) (Without)

The ghosts from these western lands Are gonna rise up against These English sands Like a tumbleweed On a reckless course These barb wire fences Can't keep us apart Where are the heroes That sang them old songs You recognize a hero 'Cause he don't belong We gave up our youth And model railroad trains Picked up guitars and We changed our names With experience of a tortured youth You turn up the music and Go in search of the truth Times are gettin' tougher and there's no turnin' back Times are gettin' tougher and those are the facts They come by the thousands each and every day They had no one to turn to so we turned them away Put their brightest remarks on these dressing room walls Now they waste away in nightclubs and dusty pool halls Prospects were high till provisions ran low Now they sleep beneath the moonlight under blankets of snow A life is a high price to pay for these kicks Stay outta the desert and keep off Route 46 It takes a young man's life and it probably will Minin' for gold in those Hollywood Hills Hear the screams of the souls through the hills of Palisades Down in Rock Canyon they're diggin' up the graves The old church is gone some fool set a blaze Climb the top of Chautauqua check the lights of LA All things are different though nothin' has changed You can still find old empty beer bottles In the brush that burned away It takes a young man's life and it probably will Minin' for gold in those Hollywood Hills It takes a young man's life and it probably will Minin' for gold in those Hollywood Hills