Oblivion

I saw someone in the crowd

Singin' something that I wrote

And I don't think I will ever see his face again

I think of what I will get

And of the persons that I met

Is it important what they think of me or a candle in the wind

Is there anything

Is there anyone

Who can tell me where I stand

Isn't anything

Isn't anyone

Able to tell me who I am

Everyone wants to get more

To not end lonely, old and poor

It doesn't matter because

Everyone is going to be dirt

I don't think anything will change

When I'm six feed under in my grave

Other people come and try to leave their memories here

Is there anything

Is there anyone

Who can tell me where I stand

Isn't anything

Isn't anyone

Able to tell me who I am