Am We were the magnificent dreamers. Am In secret lamplight hideouts. Am We swore the world couldn't break us, Am Even when the world took us down. Am F So here I am struggling out in the mighty jungle, C G Moving eighteen miles a minute, not slowing down for nothing. Am F I look to my left and I look to my right, C And I'm callin' out for my brothers G But it's so dark in this night, am I alone? Am Did they fall down by the wayside? Am Was I moving too blind to see them? Am Were they calling out to me? Am Or did Despair set in? Am F Were the things that we wanted when we were still sixteen, C G Only passing and fleeting, or just too far out of reach? Am F Were you hard up or broken man, I woulda helped you out... C G Were you numb and distracted when I was calling out? G I was calling out... C G On a Sunday morning the whole crowd assembled, Am I've done some things that I'm not too proud of... C G I've never left you, a deaf ear for longing. F C Some hearts are gallows, I'm not here for hangin' around. C It's all right, man. G I'm only bleeding, man. Am Stay hungry, stay free, Am And do the best you can.