When your hopes are batted down like your eyelids   Where the streets all sparkle like the eyes of kids   And you rise and wipe the sleep and the stupor from your eyes   You've been cold and uncompromising   With ambitions as broad as the horizon   Tunnel vision focused on a consolation prize   In your darkest hour      You're left looking at your shaky hands   And bits of carefully constructed plans   And you feel just like a stranger to everyone you see   Everything they show you   Says they don't even know you   So you wave goodbye to your old friends   And you greet new enemies   In your darkest hour      Wasted your daylight on the death of feeling bad   Stuck in this rut all afternoon   No place to go, no face to know   No angel watching you   You're all alone now in your darkest hour      The minutes tick by in no man's land   And you've lost it all on a dead man's hand   Your delusions are so much dust, and there's no one you can trust   You're wondering when it'll ever end   You wave goodbye to old enemies and meet new friends   You pick yourself up and get back on your feet   On those sparkling streets