See I was born a second child,
With a spirit runnin' wild, runnin' free.
And they saw trouble in my eyes,
They were quick to recognise the devil in me.
See I was born a restless child,
And I could fear the world outside calling me;
And heaven knows how hard I try,
But the devil whispered lies I believed.
Can you hear it hanging on the wind?
Can you feel it underneath your skin?
You've got to go on, further than you've ever gone.
You've got to run far from all you've ever known.
You've got to go on, further than you've ever gone.
You've got to run far from all you've ever known.