Standing on solid soil
Coping with raging wars
Once I was young and wired
Now I am old and tired

Waiting, hoping for a change

Haven't I seen you before
Standing outside my door,
Racing through space and time
Without a reason or rhyme?

Waiting, hoping for a change

Only on to open skies
Running away
Looking for a new way to rise
Rolling away

Standing on solid soil (x3)