Out of Sight

When I pick up all the pieces of my little broken heart Will I start to see things different like I never did before? If I ever stop and listen to the voice inside my soul And I start to get it clear, and I'm back against the storm Will you ever pay attention to the numbers on the score? Will you drop with no direction out in never-ending roads? It's so hard to make a living, it's so sad to feel ashamed Once you try to find a meaning, well, there is none I'm afraid And when it comes to ride the wheel Slowly sliding down the hill It just takes some time to get out of sight Well, you can Well, you can When it comes to ride the wheel Slowly sliding down the hill It just takes some time to get out of sight You will take a path on a mountain high 'Til you reach the sky Well, you can Well, you can Well, you can Well, you can Well, you can Well, you can