Yeah I could hide in the calm of the eye of the 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



I wish I could live in the

dream that I fly on the 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 the storm

And never blow away

Well, I'm a young man with a knife to my back

Some things never seen to change



If I was stronger

I could be a mountain range

If night was longer

Could I escape the day