I like it    I don't like it

He said it's fallin' to pieces

Fighting the boy, and the man

Over his shoulder, there was freedom,

But consciousness has tied his hands


Am i at youth

Once his distinction

Now consciousness has tied hands


I said i'm not afraid of weakness

And that's the key to understand


So far in a distant land

No one thinks that the young man can


See the light through the open door

Sit and watch, as the young grow old


Watching the people in the circle

Watching the glass spill the sand


I said are you afraid of weakness

Well that's your key to understand


So far in a distant land

No one thinks that the young man can

See the light through the open door

Sit and watch, as the young grow old


So young grow old

So young grow old


So young grow older


Take 'em now, see the boy is free, yeah(?)

What to be, what to be


Take 'em now, she leans on weak, yeah(??)

Is this the way, this the way?


So far in a distant land

No one thinks that the young man can


See the light through the open door

Sit and watch, as the young grow old