You wander alone on your way down the same old roads
stand by the corner, watch as the world goes by
living on the outside, they don't understand you
and there's something that tells you
it isn't meant to be this way
out in the wastelahd
you have to face another day
are you living in heaven or hell
going over the line
on the limit, standing alone
going over the line
you gaze out the window, the faces that pass by
like yesterday's papers, the words have no meaning
Is it any wonder that you look and don't see them
there's something that tells you
it isn't meant to be this way
out in the wasteland
you have to face another day
are you living in heaven or hell
going over the line
on the limit, standing alone
going over the line