Who will I be when I am done with all this sadness What will I see when I come through and settle down Where will I go to stay ahead of all this madness Better plant my feet on the ground, let them grow Better plant my feet on the ground, let them grow How could I try to find a different way of breathing How could I know if I've been wasting all my time How could i hear with all this history repeating Better hold my breath, watch my back 'till I'm blind Better hold my breath, watch my back 'till I'm blind And I have not stared at all my visions that were shattered And I have not dared to let me laurels lay too long And I have not cared enough for those who really matter Better fill my car, take a drive, make it long Write it down, cross that bridge, sing a song