Boy, your anger's not to blame 
I'm standing in your shadow, you're not preaching anyway 
Did you ever stop to think what could have been? 
Every road I seem to take always leads to dead ends 
And I feel good hating you 
And feel great hating you 
And if I ever shout your name will you come? 
As we travel through the eye of the storm 
And if I ever shout name won't you come? 
Your pictures on the wall 
Minutes turn to hours as the sand begins to fall 
Did you ever stop to think what could have been? 
Every road I seem to take always leads to dead ends 
And I feel good hating you 
And feel great hating you 
And if I ever shout your name will you come? 
As we travel through the eye of the storm 
And if I ever shout name won't you come?