Meaningless

Pallid faces on the train
Look like they stepped out of their caskets
Focused on some bottom line
In the economy section.
Ears deaf to the melody
Played by guitarists in the station.
Eyes blinded to the white clouds
Painting the cerulean horizon.
Crawling through the metal canyons,
Towers shutting out the light of day--
Few have kept their souls intact
But it's hardly worth it anyway.

What have we got to live for?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
What have we got to gain?
When the world puts emphasis on
What's impossible to obtain?
We're killing ourselves trying and we'll never attain
What we seek--
Oh, what have we got to live for?

Speechless

I'm usually eloquent,
I know the words to say.
Though they sometimes come out wrong,
I know them anyway.
But when I try to tell you
How you've been on my mind,
My vocabulary fails me
Each and every time.

Somehow you leave me speechless.
Somehow you take the words away.
Everything I'd want to say would come out as a cliche,
So I wait in total silence, 'cause I'm speechless.

And now you know I can't tell you
Everything I'd like to say.
But then again, should I have to try?
Sometimes words get in the way.
Someday I'll make the effort
To let my thoughts be free.
For now, though, I'll just hold my tongue--
I'm not like this normally.