Worn out, fallen, the world is cruel
Calculated words of love and faith
Practiced smiles from shiny books
On occult, success, go win the race
And how being left behind is a sin
Worn out, fallen, the world is cruel
Discard, semantic death, dumps
Obsolete, meaningless, rejected
Used, refused, forgotten
Fall without fear, I fall down
Beside the old worn out basket
Resting on fading grass, waiting
For a worn out soul to recognise
To remember what has been lost
To remember beauty and smile
The moment lasting a while
And then fading out
As I fall asleep
Story Of The Footloose 