Who will I be when I am done with all this sadness
What will I see when I come through and settle down
Where will I go to stay ahead of all this madness
Better plant my feet on the ground, let them grow
Better plant my feet on the ground, let them grow
How could I try to find a different way of breathing
How could I know if I've been wasting all my time
How could i hear with all this history repeating
Better hold my breath, watch my back 'till I'm blind
Better hold my breath, watch my back 'till I'm blind
And I have not stared at all my visions that were shattered
And I have not dared to let me laurels lay too long
And I have not cared enough for those who really matter
Better fill my car, take a drive, make it long
Write it down, cross that bridge, sing a song
