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
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