(play The Fife Lowly)

I Just Cannot Stop

Asking Why, Always Why

Running And Running

Wandering And Wondering

No Matter How Many Years Fly By

Screaming "who, What And When"

Like Some Crazed Eight Year Old

Who Needs To Know Everything

In A World So Filled With Nothing

Running And Running

Towards One Ounce Of Proof

Things That Will Not Crumble At The Slightest Touch

You Tell Me Who The Hell I'm Gonna Trust

I Cant Stand Looking At Grown-ups

Never Mind Trust Them

Loud And Proud Laughing At Things That Are Not Funny

Chewing Happily On What Is Left

Of This Cold, Gray, Flawed World

I Just Gotta Keep Right On Running

Away From It All

Towards Tears Born From Lesson

Towards Dreams Instead Of Dollars

Half My Age And Stupidly Brave

Cuz Anything Is Better Than Lying In Some Comfortable Deathbed

Staring Into The Abyss

As Afraid Of Living As I Am Of Not Living

Though One Time I Awoke

And Could Still Feel The Cold Steel Of A Sword

That Had Been Thrust Into Me