The Problem


Make way for the broken hearted
Marching like ants down a deadend stairway
One after another, each one the same
Point and laugh as they walk by


Cause what else are you going to do?
You have not felt their pain

Whats the answer to the question everybody knows
But no one asks?
What's the solution to the problem?
You can't move on with the furure
When you're caught on the past

Sing a lullabye for the broken hearted
Filled with ghosts of the ages
Life is just a memory
Capture in a beautiful melody of dispair

Cause what else are you going to do?
You have not felt their pain




Whats the answer to the question everybody knows
But no one asks?
What's the solution to the problem?
You can't move on with the furure
When you're caught on the past

Get down on your knees
and look me in the eye
Think about the broken hearted
Every one of us will become just like them
Marching

Whats the answer to the question everybody knows
But no one asks?
What's the solution to the problem?
You can't move on with the furure
When you're caught on the past


Cause what else are you going to do?
You have not felt their pain