I've walked down high streets, looking through windows I've been lost in crowds of strangers Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles Phone books, want ads, bus stops and libraries Newspaper headlines, mannequin faces Television stations, billboard advertisements Your voice echoes in the back of my mind I see your face when I close my eyes Do you share the same sense of defeat? Have you realized all the things you'll never be? Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism I've got no judgment for you, come on and ache with me Come on and ache with me Through barrooms, cafes, jail cells and courtrooms Theaters, restaurants, graveyards and churches I've spent every dollar that I've ever earned I'll bleed my heart out, I'll give every word I've asked preachers, doctors and lawyers Socialites, pariahs, mothers and fathers You may not find all that you're after In the end, I hope it doesn't matter Do you share the same sense of defeat? Have you realized all the things you'll never be? Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism I've got no judgment for you, come on and ache with me Do you share the same sense of defeat? Have you realized all the things you'll never be? I've got no judgment for you, come on and ache with me Come on and ache with me, come on and ache with me