Byron Black

I met a man named Byron Black And he carried his life strapped to his back On a sidewalk in Houston he called home Crying "Don't you forget me" he said Don't you forget me You don't know What it's like to walk alone You don't know And I hope you never will Every stride Wears the soul more thin Until it's slowly worn down to nothing Every stride Wears the soul more thin Until it's slowly worn down to nothing And what can I do now Faces of people he would see They were colder than any city street And the days go on and on And they just walk by I'm disappearing he said I'm disappearing You don't know What it's like To walk alone You don't know And I hope you never will Every stride Wears the soul more thin Until it's slowly worn down to nothing Every stride Wears the soul more thin Until it's slowly worn down to nothing And what can I do now Every hour gave that mames But our hearts don't work the same By products of an evolution Lost always looking for a lost solution Now Every stride Wears the soul more thin Until it's slowly worn down to nothing Every stride Wears the soul more thin Until it's slowly worn down to nothing Every stride Wears the soul more thin Until it's slowly worn down to nothing Every stride Wears the soul more thin Until it's slowly worn down to nothing No