He's thinking of the hungry rats Inside his stomach and he knows that Nothing ever changes anyway He can see himself there He knows that look, it's called despair His father taught him to wear it well So he put his ear to the door of his youth And he heard a groundswell of remorse now There's no splendid isolation For the abandoned generation It gets hard to maintain When the brightest of shells Weather and fade anyway Do what you can before it's too late Arms stretched, she's on her back Her hollow words ring from her past She's been running from that every day She can see herself there She knows that look, it's called despair Her mother taught her to wear it well She puts her ear to the door of her youth And she heard a groundswell of remorse now There's no splendid isolation For the abandoned generation It gets hard to maintain When the brightest of shells Weather and fade anyway Do what you can before it's too late I spent a lifetime searching with tired eyes I had the best intentions but they went away