Mais uma balada. Eu sei, eu sei, é só baladas, mas eu sou um  rapaz sentimental, o que é que eu posso fazer quanto a isso? Esta fez parte de  uma grande banda sonora, O Último Grande Herói, e tem uma daquelas coisas  fantásticas que é encontrar palavras para sentimentos que não se encontram  palavras para os descrever. O sentimento épico e meio apocalíptico das  orquestrações junto com a voz meio ácida Geoff Tate a cantar frase de desespero  por estar perdido num mundo interior, longe de tudo e de todos, onde alguns  tentam atingir mas ninguém consegue alcançar. Pode ser uma balada mas tem um  coice de uma marrado de um boi desgovernado.
(eu disse que não se encontravam palavras para  descrever)
Strange,  the view from here
Words we spoke, forgotten at the time
Now replay in my mind
What went wrong, what was right
Looking back, I never was there for you
You didn't say, but I know it's true
I can't find the real world alone
Every time I think I've won
I hear your voice inside, questioning
Where have you gone
Can't you remember feeling so alone
You always had the answer that I could not see
I can't find the real world
I can't find the real world
I can't find the real world alone
I can't find the real world
I can't find the real world
I can't find the real world alone
 Words we spoke, forgotten at the time
Now replay in my mind
What went wrong, what was right
Looking back, I never was there for you
You didn't say, but I know it's true
I can't find the real world alone
Every time I think I've won
I hear your voice inside, questioning
Where have you gone
Can't you remember feeling so alone
You always had the answer that I could not see
I can't find the real world
I can't find the real world
I can't find the real world alone
I can't find the real world
I can't find the real world
I can't find the real world alone