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 to 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 tarred and feathered wings
Well, I'm losing a game of reality dice where the dealer never ever pays
Nowhere to run to...
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
Nowhere to run to...
Ii wanna be as big as a mountain...
If I was stronger I could be a mountain range
If night was longer Could I escape the day?
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