You can't see evil, but it's there
Feel its presence, it hangs in the air
When trouble knocks and enters the room
Sometimes things don't go quite the way we plan
Sometimes you have to choose to be a boy or be a man
The signs of life are far and few
It seems at times just me and you
No one listens
No one cares
Who will answer silent prayers
Sometimes things don't go quite the way we plan
Sometimes you have to choose to be a boy or be a man
Sometimes, sometimes
