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 a new way to rise
Rolling away


Standing on solid soil (x3)