The land of chance My mind and my soul I tried to reach out But the stereo Eyes are dark I need my sleep I feel the one But it's out of my reach Oh, the story goes It goes on and on I make no bonds I put my head on my hand And take another step I hold my breath I build up the walls I'm freezing my life As my vision saw The road is paved With vacuum size The blind don't know Now its justified Oh, the story goes It goes on and on I make no bonds I put my head on my hand And take another step Oh, we are all alone And there is people here And people there Then you put out your hands And all they do is stare Oh, the story is old They tried to train our minds And steal our clothes They say they do, and they do Until they don't, don't, don't Oh, the story goes It goes on and on And on and on Oh, the story goes It goes on and on