Chance

He's an ordinary person

Just an underprivileged man

Who's really made a mess of things

Just doing the best he can

He's never played his cards right

Why does he play at all

Ending everything would be just the same

As standing inside this wall

Here is the church

And here is the steeple

He opens all the doors saying

Why are all these fancy people staring at me

Why won't you come to me

And they said....

It's the way you mumble

It's the way you move

I joust my pointy fingers at you

In this stained-glass room

You've really made a mess of things

Why won't you just jump in

To the oceans with the burning fire

And those places that they're in

So you can wallow in your hole while screaming

Dazzling the broken dreaming

Of things that never last

To find the dreary remains

Of yesterday

Oh, just give me one small chance

To be lucky like you

To be loved like you

Oh, just give me one small chance

To be singing like you

To be thought of like you

Oh, just give me one small chance

To be a marvel like you

To be just like you

Oh, just give me one small chance

To be lucky like you

To be loved like you

To be thought of like you

Oh to be just like you

So the life of the sinless man had ended

As lives often do

To trail off to somewhere distant

Beyond the stained-glass room

Between the ministries and sinistries

This is where he stands

To front the familiar eyes

The Book of Life

It's the underprivileged man

Saying......

It's the way you mumble

It's the way you move

I joust my pointy fingers at you

And your stained-glass room

You've really made a mess of things

Why won't you just jump in

To the oceans with the burning fire

And those places that they're in

So you can wallow in your hole while screaming

Dazzling the broken dreaming

Of things that never last

To find the dreary remains

Of make-belief

Oh, why won't you come to me?

What have I ever done to you?

Oh, why won't you come to me?