The world has changed its aspect because I willed it so In the infinitude of its scope - I am free to roam, I'm free So keep your wooden world in your sleeve And not for anything, should you stop running Mother, please forgive me Father, listen to me now Brother can't you hear the inexorable sound? The march of time drawing close Just like a phalanx of ghosts I was eating crow for a good eight months Before I found the good sense to regurgitate it all up These are still salad days, the rudimentary runs And there's not a f**ing thing to keep you from what's yet to come You're free. So keep your wooden world in your sleeve And not for anything should you stop running Mother, please forgive me Father, listen to me now Brother can't you hear the inexorable sound? The march of time drawing close Just like a phalanx of ghosts I know a liberation that so many don't. And I've felt a camaraderie that so many won't (I believe) That the rat race will put ice in your heart And I know not to take my dreams for granted If I don't want them to fall Apart (I know hindsight can relieve but it won't set you free. Let it go now, no) I know a liberation that so many don't Just knowing that we'll never run out of road Hindsight can relieve but it won't set you free These contemporary lies are no longer bothering me I'll never squander ever waning youth The bullsh** doesn't matter because you've always got you