Sometimes I get nostalgic for the past   Sometimes I'm proud of the fact that I'm white trash   Sometimes I think that I can't stand alone   Sometimes I want to run away from home   Sometimes I feel like life kicks me in the face   I gotta get back up 'cause, baby, that's the break   Sometimes I think about the way I was raised   Sometimes I dwell on the dues I've been forced to pay   Sometimes I think about the bullshit I took   I wish I used the chance to fight when I could've   But it's alright   I want to know that when my body lies, will my spirit roam?   Will Isee all the things I never could see?   Will my questions be answered when the river meets the sea?