| Illusions Sittin' on the back of a Greyhound Bus watchin' the world go by Listening to the same old stories he's told so many times The time goes by so slowly dragging at the pace of a snail He tries so hard to fit in and to find someone who cares The sound of the jukebox is like a soundtrack to the lost souls playing their games Time passes them by quickly but their memory still remains Their potential in life is limited by their small and narrow minds Their lives they keep on living but their souls they leave behind chorus Illusions of happiness False hopes and dreams What does it mean Lost and lonely souls Wandering aimlessly Trying to find their dreams solo He goes through life not noticing anyones joy or pain He never considers other peoples emotions 'cause he never shows his own His soul is trapped in his body like a prison Because he lives his life fulfilling other peoples visions repeat chorus (c) W. T. Fraley February 4, 1998 |