Scanning the horizon, listening to the wind|I've been sitting with my headset on, trying to get tuned in|I set out on a journey. Had a ship to sail|Searching for eternal truth and hope I live to tell the tale|But nothing's making sense now, the whole world's overturned|Hold on tight 'cause soon we reach the point of no return|Poor man's got nowhere to go, he's trying to make his way|A prisoner of his poverty, it eats him more every day|Someone's good intentions took him straight to hell|Things looked hot but they let him walk, he had no soul to sell|Drifting like a dead man, but no-one's too concerned|They only know he's way beyond the point of no return|We are all contenders trying to fight our way uptown|We are all pretenders to an old and tarnished crown|Knocking on the pearly gates, You'll have to wait your turn|Final destination is the point of no return |