Yeah, I could hide in the calm of the eye of the storm    And never blow away    Well, I'm a young man with a knife to my back    Some things never seem to change    Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide    Sing the song or keep it inside    Bought the farm, but the farmer done died    Sing that song, sing that song inside       I wish I could live in the    dream that I fly on the tarred &    feathered wings    Well, I'm losing a game of reality    dice where the dealer never ever pays       I wanna be as big as a mountain    I wanna fly as high as the sun    I wanna know what the rent's like in heaven    I wanna know where the river goes       Yeah, I could hide in the calm of the eye of the storm    And never blow away    Well, I'm a young man with a knife to my back    Some things never seen to change       If I was stronger    I could be a mountain range    If night was longer    Could I escape the day?