Every time i turn the page to a brand new slate,i think but i don't have nothing to say.
Every time i see, a brand new hot-tie, walking down the street, i think but i don't have a chance to beat.
Every time i have anger, with a hating stranger, i think but i don't have the danger.
Every time i have hope, hang-in onto this last rope,i think but i don't...nope.
