You'll never be a tour-guide; you won't find your way
You'll never stop gazing at mud-pools and clay
You'll never see horizons beyond your own face
And you won't see the lines when your skin loses grace
You'll never find a master; you won't find the one
You won't leave the station; your train will not come
And though when you walk by, the men they all sigh
You won't say you knew me till your cup is dry
But you, you, you walk like a stranger
Like you can turn back the rain
You never, you never, you never, you never
You never, you never will break me ... again
Although you see deserts and mountains with snow
And frequent the places the rich people go
Your eyes see the colours inside your front door
You're glued to a carpet that you've seen before
You'll never piss on fire, or wage your own war
You're walking a treadmill that's nailed to the floor
You'll never lift your voice to sing with The Lord
You'll never crash and burn, or fall on your sword
But you, you, you walk like a stranger
Like you have nothing to gain
You never, you never, you never, you never
You never, you never will break me again
Yeah you, you, you walk like a stranger
Always hiding your pain
You never, you never, you never, you never
You never, you never, you never, you never
You never, never, never, never
Will break me ... again
Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah
Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah