Once in a dream I saw a ragged man
trembling and weeping and a book in his hand

Out in a field one soul stands alone
with a weight on his back, and his face from his home

He cries...
What will I do?
What will I do?

Day turns to night turns to day turns to evening
and sleep cannot help my heart now

No one is safe and the city is kindling
unless some escape can be found

He wants to run
but he doesn't see where to go
Lost in the field
trying to find what he doesn't know
He's lost and he's scared
and his fear just tears out soul
His heart is on fire
but he doesn't know where to go