Dilute the concept understand
When I was young it all made sense
Different words deceiving me
Witness a miracle or two
Turning the wheel inside of you
Faced with pressure to retreat
Disconnected from the people whom I belong
Disconnected all the pieces just scatter on
Powerful scenes you try to grasp
Taking it in's the final act
Watching your step along the way
Hundreds of people through the streets
Walking the miles but incomplete
Part of the jigsaw; the missing piece
Disconnected from the people whom I belong
Disconnected from the city where I was born
Disconnected from the people whom I belong
Disconnected all the pieces will scatter on