I feel like a son, I feel like a dad
I feel like that friend that I've never had
I feel like so many things, not one of them me
Where do I come from, where should I go?
If I keep on moving well then I'll never know
And now we're running to where we can't see
In this day and age in which we live
There's so much to take but not so much to give
The big fish are getting bigger, now they've released the trigger of
You're a giraffe, I'm a tree
You're so tall and I'm so small that you can't get to me
And now we're running to where we can't see
Are we galloping like stallions or are we bumping around like donkeys?
Oh won't you bring the 70's back, where things weren't perfect
But surely they where on the right track
Oh music and hair, pretty much everywhere
Let's all produce landscape paintings in the middle of a busy highway,
I dream of ginger and green, in the middle of these grey days
And now we're running to where we can't see
Are we galloping like stallions or are we bumping around like donkeys?
Well I don't know, I got to know, I need to know
'Cause that run is what will make me
'Cause we're not here for a long time
We're not here for a long time
We're not here for a long time
We're not here for a long time
We're not here for a long time
One interesting thing to see is if the stallion loses out to the donkey
'Cause if you're bumping around slowly,
There's less probability of crashing when you can't see
Or you can crash quickly, I guess the trick is to be a mule!
Then you'll be cool
'Cause we're all running to where we can't see
Are we galloping like stallions or are we bumping around like donkeys?