• 1999
    On the cover of the New York Times
    You may say, it's just another day.
    But I won't ignore the signs.

    Fever in the streets.
    Slick with melted sleet.
    Bright eyes cower on top of Sear's tower.
    Who are you ashamed to meet?

    And you may say
    it's a jokers parade
    Sprinting through the night's fading lights,
    Come what may.

    When this thing finally hits home,
    I've got to go it alone.
    I've got to go it alone.
    We've all got our fights to win,
    and I've got to go it alone.
    The angels may laugh as the fools rush in,
    but I've got to go it alone.

    The cruel and merciless spotlight,
    Taunts you every night.
    They say that glitter and lipstick just aren't realistic,
    give up without a fight.

    The big day comes without calling.
    It feels like you'll never stop falling.
    Now you need a ride to 40th and vine,
    And the engine in your heart is stalling.

    When you arrive on the site,
    Diamonds in your eyes.
    Angry frustration and determination
    Ready to earn your right.

    When this thing finally hits home,
    I've got to go it alone.
    I've got to go it alone.
    We've all got our fights to win,
    and I've got to go it alone.
    The angels may laugh as the fools rush in,
    but I've got to go it alone.

    You see her standing alone
    Her ear to the mouth of a phone
    The way her hair, just laying there,
    You've got to make her your own.

    But she doesn't want any part.
    Of your aching, breaking heart.
    With an angel's grace, she spits in your face,
    Laughing like a lark.

    Though you weren't given what you needed,
    Your spirit won't be defeated.
    You found all along with whom you belong,
    And that's when you really succeeded.

    When this thing finally hits home,
    I've got to go it alone.
    I've got to go it alone.
    We've all got our fights to win,
    and I've got to go it alone.
    The angels may laugh as the fools rush in,
    but I've got to go it alone.

    The angels may laugh as the fools rush in,
    But I've got to go it alone.
    Well its not courage and its not honor,
    But I've got to go it alone.