25 years of my life and still;
I'm trying to get up that great big hill of hope,
For a destination.
I realized quickly when I knew I should,
That the world was made up of this
Brotherhood of man,
For whatever that means.
So I cry somethimes when I'm lying in bed
To get it all out what's in my head,
Then I start feeling a little peculiar.
So I wake in the morning and I step
Outside I take deep breath
I get real high,
Then I scream from the top of my lungs
What's goin' on.