| You close the door in front of me, I wait patiently outside
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| But as the minutes tick away I feel the anger rise
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| Who’s the object of this rage, who’s not being fair
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| Is it you for your indifference or me for just standing there
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| In my mind the room beyond is bathed in golden light
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| I dream about you through the day and I toss and turn at night
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| Sometimes it’s hard to understand, they say that pride’s a sin
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| Should I go or should I stay on the outside looking in
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| I didn’t make the grade today and I’m not the only one
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| But my heart, it won’t stop hurting, feeling all alone
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| Maybe we’ll trade places in some not too distant year
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| I’ll hear your voice calling out, I’ll cover up my ears
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| In my mind the room beyond is bathed in golden light
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| I dream about you through the day and I toss and turn at night
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| Sometimes it’s hard to understand, they say that pride’s a sin
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| Should I go or should I stay on the outside looking in
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| I could brag on things I’ve done or the places I have been
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| But I’ve never found a cure for on the outside looking in
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| Sometimes it’s hard to understand, they say that pride’s a sin
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| Should I go or should I stay on the outside looking in
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| Should I go or should I stay on the outside looking in |