Fear begin to turn around
I guess if everyone listens
There's no one left to fight
In your heart someone's there
I'm sixty years old
With nothing left to say
Why does it really prove
When you ? away
Seems the message is
Gotta serve the sun
Now you don't know
When to listen or just let it go
Then I don't suppose
That you chose to walk a straight road
Then you'll never know
And I don't suppose
That you chose to walk a straight road
Then you'll never know
Why does it really prove
When you ? away
Seems the message is
Gotta serve the sun