There are nights when I have had enough I just lay a vow without a care You're not lonely if you don't feel alone Won't let pressure get the best of me Fight your wars, lose at some, fight some more Don't be scared to get lost and be found You're that someone you think you're looking for Let the fire burn just like before For the first time, God shall be without a face For the first time, God shall be without a name Will no longer look for self in every mirror For the first time, God is in your mind People come, people judge, people go Some will say is each one to his own If you go, na him you go know Let by gone be gone oh, oh For the first time, God shall be without a face For the first time, God shall be without a name Will no longer look for self in every mirror For the first time, God is in your mind In your your mind I love to be all that you want me to be But am not the same man that I used to be

For a chemical imbalance, you sure know how to ride a train Your revolution is a deathbed and the music is your maid When someone comes a-knockin' with a needle on a tray Only your lonesome lies beside you, for you told me not to stay You are somebody's baby, some mother held you near No, it's not important, they're just pretty words, my dear There is no distraction that can make me disappear No, there's nothing that won't remind you I will always be right here And you spit the blood back Spit the blood back, baby I'm amazed that you're alright Oh, so long, prison boy I won't be home with you tonight We're both very sick, our muscles all worn down It's as if we are one-hundred, know I won't still be around Because I've fallen, yes, I've fallen right into the love I've found Long before I reach one-hundred, I'll have fallen to the ground And for generations, they'll romance us, make us more Or much less than ever was before, The Chelsea and the floor Make us stand before the masses like two speakers for the poor When there was no revolution, nothing we were fighting for And you spit the blood back Spit the blood back, baby I'm amazed that you're alright Oh, so long, prison boy I won't be home, I won't be home I won't be home with you tonight And you can call the service bell When we stay at the Chelsea Hotel And I'll stay out of my own hell Oh, so long, prison boy I won't be home, I won't be home I won't be home with you tonight Tonight