I was fighting off the blackness
The emptiness the slackness
Of being somebody,
The varnish the tarnish
Of silver spoons and harness
Of somebody
It was getting to the point
Where I could take the roads that goals succeed
It was getting to the point
When suddenly there
Here I read it
Whooh here and now my friends
Whooh here and now
Whooh here and now my friends
Whooh here and now my friends
I am looking for a calmness
Which comes from being harmless
And having no worries,
Once silver spoons and thick balloons
Spotless maids and dining rooms
All in a hurry
It was getting to the point
Where I could take the roads that goals succeed
It was getting to the point
When suddenly there
Here I read it
Whooh here and now my friends
Whooh here and now
Whooh here and now my friends
Whooh here and now my friends
Whooh here and now my friends
Whooh here and now
Whooh here and now my friends
Whooh here and now
Whooh here and now my friends
Whooh here and now
Whooh here and now my friends
Whooh here and now
Whooh here and now my friends
Whooh here and now
Whooh here and now my friends
Whooh here and now
Whooh here and now my friends
Whooh here and now