Listen to my song. It isn't very long. You'll see before I'm gone. That everybody's wrong. Those of us who run. To catch a moment in the sun. Seem to find the when we're done. That we weren't supposed to run. And there's to many words going down. Babe wrecking against the walls with the hollow sounds. All about what it's going to be. Yes you know what it was you see. It ain't million you and me not a crown. Finding what you sought. After all the time you fought. Sometimes leave's you with the thought. That perhaps you just been caught.