[Storyteller.]

When you're on your own,
when you're at the fork in the road,
you don't know which way to go -
there's too many signs and arrows.

You haven't left in a while;
when you can't even fake a smile,
when you feel ashamed,
the uniform don't make you brave.

All I can do is love you to pieces,
give you a shoulder to cry when you need it,
when the day is long
and then night is coming down on you.
All I can do...
All I can do...
All I can do...

When you forget your name;
the pleasure can't disguise your pain.
You don't feel the same.
I won't forget the love you made...

What a lovely day to shape your dreams,
and you don't even have to sleep.
You can make it what you want to be.
You can fly away.
You can change your name.
Have a happy faith
if you'll be so real.
Oh...