There will always be Young Souls that can't reform
Tossed into life's storm
They'll try their sails

Before they will be forewarned
When the going comes and just won't let you be
How is it that you see

What will enslave you,, what will set you free?

Give it all away again, just playing for today

Got to go away again and throw it all away

Leaving everything,, moving to another town

Willing to play the clown
Forgetting that each up
Will have a down

Packing a case and carrying my guitar
Look up and see how far
Away up in the sky there hangs a star


Give it all away again, just playing for today
Got to go away again and throw it all away


There will be some folks that never will agree
With the majority

About what is real and what is fantasy
There will always be them folks that can't reform
Tossed into Life's storm

They'll tear their sails before they will conform