NO ONE HEARS ME SINGING

No one hears me singing
In the unforgiving night
To the scientific darkness
On the avenue of light
A nightingale is sitting on a garbage bag tree
But no one hears him singing but me
I am a bullet without a gun
I am hope without a plan
I have all the classic symptoms of an ordinary man
No one heard me calling 
On that cold December day
To my angels of good intentions
That I lost along the way
The radio was playing an old forgotten song
But no one heard me singing along
Didn’t come here for the roses
Didn’t come here for revenge 
Didn’t come here to play Moses
To my sea of should have beens
I can get behind anything that’s mostly true
I’ll admit I had high hopes for you
No one hears me singing
My American tune
By the light of my own dashboard
And the alabaster moon
Someday it will be a song
That everybody says they know
But no one hears me singing as I go