By Parson Thru
Where do you go when your world's upside-down?
Who can you talk to?
and not decide you're no kind of a man?
Where do you go when there's nowhere left?
Who's going to listen?
and not tell you to sort yourself out?
What do you do when you reach the end of the line?
When you realise you're there on your own?
Who'll hold you back?