Yeah, I could hide in the calm of

the eye of a storm

And never blow away

Well, I'm a young man with a

knife to my back

Some things never seem to

change



Nowhere to run to, nowhere to

hide

Sing the song or keep it inside

Bought the farm, but the farmer

done died

Sing that song, sing that song

inside



Yeah, I wish I could live in the

dream that I fly on tarred &

feathered wings

Well, I'm losing a game of reality

dice where the dealer never ever

pays



I wanna be as big as a mountain

I wanna fly as high as the sun

I wanna know what the rent's

like in heaven

I wanna know where the river

goes



Yeah, I could hide in the calm of

the eye of a storm

And never blow away

Well, I'm a young man with a

knife to my back

Some things never seem to

change



If I was stronger

I could be a mountain range

If night was longer

Could I escape the day