The little white man, standing all alone
nowhere to go, nowhere to roam
The people he sees
The faces he watches
The friends he loves

Nobody gives a second thought,
he's been trapped, he's been caught
The people have said goodbye
The faces walk right past
The friends who turn away

That faceless man who never got a name
The man who waited for something that never came
The people have all gone
The faces have vanished
The friends have disappeared

Yet he still hold strong
The situation seems so wrong
The people are just an image in his mind
The faces are just a memory of the past
The friends are just a dream

Finally the bulb shatters
The white lights off for good

He was done. And so am I, you see

The people are fake
The faces all judge
The friends I never had

I am the white man, and I can shatter too.