who am i talking to it's just myself
i talk to the wall when i talk with someone else
only a few that i met really knew
why so many good things had so much abuse
i can't stop from worrying
about the things we do
i can't stop loving
without it nothing would seem true
i've got my dreams about the way it's gonna be
i'd share it all with someone real not make-believe
it sometimes gets hard to see the wood from the tree
but when things are right then no questions will i need
the scenery's changed but my feelings remain
laughter and pain and love is still the same
something worth having doesn't come too easily
a man needs the challenge or a man couldn't be