Kin

Standing at a point, a point in my life Looking out at emotional wastelands I've been trying to reach out for other people, tell them who I am It's way too cold to walk these streets alone Same old windows, same old chair I always write my saddest songs here And I think it's because I can't see The moon and the stars the sun rise and fall Just a dark and lonely backyard that's all That is all, that's all, that is all Sitting by the fire, the fire of your eyes, looking in Discovering the mysteries of your kin, of my kin, of our kin Maybe there's a reason for this everlasting story but I can't see the point It lies way beyond why we should struggle for love, to feel love, to give love Same old windows same old chair This one I write to all you people out there Who think it's because you can't see the moon and the stars The sun rise and fall, that you sometimes feel very weak and small And I think it's because I can't see The moon and the stars the sun rise and fall Just a dark and lonely backyard that's all, that's all, that is all