Early out there's been a loss
And I don't know what to say
Apparently he played the cards
Living with those itchy feet

He'd been living at the edge
Broken pencil marks in his arms
He's been building those bridges
To protect us from our own scars

And in the morning he is all alone (all alone)
And when he goes to sleep he sleeps on his own

Oooo

Early out there is a fine line
To be drawn by a closet genius
We are all doing our time
With the hopes that someone builds us

And in the morning he is all alone (all alone)
And when he goes to sleep he sleeps on his own

There's nothing left that we can do (we can do)
There's nothing left that we can do (we can do)