He's someone that you've seen before
He's known the roads of strife
He's a rich man he's a poor man
From any walk of life
His face is filled with troubles
That no one understands
His eyes are filled with sorrow
And his head is in his hands
That's the sign of a desperate man
He may have been a prisoner once
Broke the law and out of help
Or a man ashamed of his own life
A prisoner in himself
Now he walks the lonesone road alone
Without a purpose or a plan
He hit the bottle or the road too much
And his head is in his hands
That's the sign of a desperate man
There are times when we are feeling weak
When the fears drive us apart
It must be because we're so afraid to say what's in our hearts
When we don't mean what we say you know
Our pride in command
But when we don't say what we mean
Confusion fills our land
There are many signs among us now
Those signs of a desperate man