This town that I'm from, like a many other town
maybe a town your from, it doesn't have the...

There once was a man down on his luck
he held the future in his hands, but in the past...

Thoughts are once again blowing,
in the decadence of nothing...

The birthday is the symbol
of not a year lost but another year gained...

How many times can legs falter
at the last hurdle I'm sitting there...

Theres a white wind a blowing
people a slippin an a sliding...

Times are slowly melting away
come too far to end it today...

Land of rich, land of pore
poverty stands high when theres a guarded door...

Im surrounded by beauty, tranquility and natures...

Have you ever wanted something so badly baby
you can feel the fear of it busting your chops...

Relentless seconds and clicks of the timer.
tireless tirades of storm after storm...

One more year crawls pasts the day of the dawn
all you have is a frown before the yawn...