The Sound Of Fear

Sun comes up on the old neighborhood Spray-painted bricks and dead firewood Well I don't know where I'm gonna be next I don't care where I am gonna be Next time if you think of it You might remember me as The one who let you down But never made another sound of fear Some people like to call me Chuck It's Charles and you are shit outta luck If you think you know what happens next You think you know what happens Next time if you think of it You might remember me as The one who let you down But never made another sound of fear Sun goes down on the old neighborhood Dark, damp the stop where I once stood I don't know where the bus stops next And I don't care where the bus stops Next time if you think of it You might remember me as The one who let you down But never made another sound of fear The sound of fear I can't hear The sound of fear