Through the Lense

I saw a man walking down the street, lost in his own world He asked me for a cigarette And I thought to myself He don't belong here or there, he don't belong anywhere He started walking back to his ways To find his old world Past or present, not here to stay And he said to himself, I don't belong here or there, I don't belong anywhere Analog hearts among digital brains The world don't revolve the same Out of key, out of touch, out of love Well it's better for you to live life through the lens Now I'm walking in his shoes Got no place to call home Blue and white collars all pass me by And they think to themselves, he don't belong here or there, he don't belong anywhere I started walking back to my ways To find my own world, living through the lens of your eyes And I think to myself, I don't belong here or there, I don't belong anywhere Analog hearts among digital brains The world don't revolve the same Out of key, out of touch, out of love Well it's better for you to live life through the lens