When I was a young man
I thought I had some friends
To share dreams, to cope with
To create and to give
Yet I was so naïve to try to rely on thieves
Well I have learned though the hard way
That I was on my own
No family, no friends or folks
No one to lean against
Then I forgot, I forgave
I moved on, dreamed again
Found new ones, built new walls
Dig some gold, my fever
I see it now
I was about to say the same thing
I feel it now
I must never fall from light to doom again
So the men talked their shit
Pretending, satisfied
Eager to dig their way
Through the stone, to their dreams
Moving hands, loud voices
Great ideas, commitment
So they would learn, though the hard way
That they are on their own
No gods, no luck, to pray, to wish
To pull them from their mistakes
So I draw my own line
Along the dirty road
I swear I will try my best
To live hard 'til I rest
I see it now
I was about to say the same thing
I feel it now
I must never fall from light to doom again
Now I want to speak my mind
Now I want to break the chains
Now I want to hit the road
Now I want to be alive
How I cure my sickness?
How I cure my sickness?
When I understand my illness
