Twenty-Five Years and my life is still...

[greenstorm]

...trying to get up that great big hill of hope,
For a destination.

And I realised quickly,
When I knew I should,
That the world was meant for this
Brotherhood of Man,
For whatever that means.

And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed,
Just to get it all out,
What's in my head,
And I'm feeling
A little peculiar.

And so I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high and I
Scream at the top of my breath,
"What's going on?"