I buried my head in the sun There's use in us making plans If there's breath in my lungs I'm keeping myself to myself Still gathering dust on that shelf It was breath my lungs And . . And . As long as I know I'll still breath If there's breath in my lungs Then there's wars to be won I'm buried my neck in the sand There's no use in us making plans If there's breath in my lungs Keeping myself to myself Still gathering dust on that shelf Because I'll still be that boy The boy in the backseat . And . As long as I know I'll still breath If there's breath in my lungs Now you're out there Are you . . All I control