Facing the Sun

We be facing the sun Waiting for these things to come We smiling high Watching the good things passing by Pretend to feeling fine But inside we're crying sometimes It ain't what it seems Nothing but a dream And the faces get a void And the lines get to thin And the roads become uneven So we don't know where've we been And those who doubt us Will soon believe We were never supposed to win Or even to achieve We be facing the sun Waiting for these things to come We smiling high Watching the good things passing by Pretend to feeling fine But inside we crying sometimes It ain't what it seems Nothing but a dream And the faces get a void And the lines get too thin And the roads become uneven So we don't know where've we been And those who doubt us Will soon believe We were never supposed to win Or even to achieve