The song describes a man who is homeless and struggling with poverty and addiction. He sleeps on a concrete pillow and prays for help but receives none. His thoughts are scattered like butterflies and he chases them away, hoping to one day begin his life again. Whispering hands lead him away, perhaps to start over in a new life.
The song describes a man who is homeless and struggling with poverty and addiction. He sleeps on a concrete pillow and prays for help but receives none. His thoughts are scattered like butterflies and he chases them away, hoping to one day begin his life again. Whispering hands lead him away, perhaps to start over in a new life.
The song describes a man who is homeless and struggling with poverty and addiction. He sleeps on a concrete pillow and prays for help but receives none. His thoughts are scattered like butterflies and he chases them away, hoping to one day begin his life again. Whispering hands lead him away, perhaps to start over in a new life.
The song describes a man who is homeless and struggling with poverty and addiction. He sleeps on a concrete pillow and prays for help but receives none. His thoughts are scattered like butterflies and he chases them away, hoping to one day begin his life again. Whispering hands lead him away, perhaps to start over in a new life.
Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again
Oh, feelin', maybe he'll see a little better set a days Oh, hand out faces that he sees time again, ain't that familiar Oh, dark grin, he can't help when he's happy, looks insane, yeah Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah Oh, someday yet, he'll begin his life again Life again, life again Kneeling, looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read Oh, praying, now to something that has never showed him anything Oh, feeling understands the weather of the winters on its way Oh, ceilings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame, yeah Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away Oh, someday yet, he'll begin his life again Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away Him away, him away, yeah Oh, even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah Someday yet, he'll begin his life again, maybe in the next life Whispering hands gently lead him away Him away, him away, yeah