Byron Black

I met a man named Byron Black
And he carried his life strapped to his back
On a sidewalk in Houston he called home
Crying: "Don't you forget me"
He said: "Don't you forget me"

"You don't know what it's like to walk alone
You don't know and I hope you never will"

Every stride wears the soul more thin
'Til it's slowly worn down to nothing
Every stride wears the soul more thin
'Til it's slowly worn down to nothing

And what can I do now?

Faces of people he would see
They were colder than any city street
And the days go on and on and they just walk by
He said: "I'm disappearing"
He said: "I'm disappearing"

"You don't know what it's like to walk alone
You don't know and I hope you never will"

Every stride wears the soul more thin
'Til it's slowly worn down to nothing
Every stride wears the soul more thin
'Til it's slowly worn down to nothing

And we all were given names
But our hearts don't work the same
By-products of an evolution
Lost souls look for a lost solution now

{Every stride wears the soul more thin}
{'Til it's slowly worn down to nothing}

Every stride wears the soul more thin
'Til it's slowly worn down to nothing
Every stride wears the soul more thin
'Til it's slowly worn down to nothing
And I want to know where the lost souls go
And if we're all alone then we are nothing
No!