Standing on solid soil
Coping with raging wars
Once I was young and wired
Now I am old and tired
Waiting, hoping for a change
Haven't I seen you before
Standing outside my door,
Racing through space and time
Without a reason or rhyme?
Waiting, hoping for a change
Only on to open skies,
Running away
Looking for new ways to rise,
Rolling away
Standing on solid soil (x3)