I got some bad news this morning
which in turn made my day.
When there's someone spoke I listened,
all of a sudden has less and less to say.
Ohhh how could this be?
All this time I've lived viacariously.

Who's gonna save my soul now?
Who's gonna save my soul now?
How will my story ever be told now?
How will my story be told now?

Made me feel like somebody.
Like somebody else.
Although he was imitated often
felt like I was being myself.
Is it a shame that someone elses song
was totally and completely depended on?

Who's gonna save my soul now?
Who's gonna save my soul now?
I wonder if I'll live to grow old now.
Getting high 'cause I feel so alone now.

And maybe it's a little selfish,
All I have is the memory.
Did I never stop to wonder,
was it possible you were hurting worse than me?
Still my hunger turns to greed,
'cause what about what i need?

And Ohhh
Who's gonna save my soul now?
Whoooo's gonna save my soul now?
Ohhh I know I'm out of control now.
Tired enough to lay my own soul down.