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