I'm young in my camper van. The world feels old and new. I fear the future man. As I take in the view. Don't know where to head now. Give up? Go back?. My friends are all dead now. Or stifled in the sack. Sound round. Feel the ground. Feel the pulse. We have found. Breathe in. Feel the spin. Where's the dream. That we were in?. Sound round. Feel the ground. Feel the pulse. We have found