When I was young, I hid from the sun. Every day it rose, every day I froze In the frosty light, and a burning white it was. And the clothes I wore were nothing more Than the clothes I wore on the day before, On another day, but that was the way it was. I watched the seasons fly like a lullaby That keeps you drowsy 'til the day you die But still it thundered, and a cloudy sky it was. So I wore a frown, kept my head down Both awake and in bed and if somebody said "Was that a flash in the sky?" then I would say "Aye, it was!" And then the monsoons came, I found a new name And I learned to advance by the seat of my pants And those that I pa**ed were staggered how fast it was. And I ran for miles past the trudging hordes On an endless road over splintered boards That slowed their feet but showed me how neat it was. And maybe one day, one day I'll burst Through the roadway's end with a raging thirst And a neon sign will show me how first it was. And all that's left that's left alive Will land at the end of a long low dive With a final bow, an echo of how it was – The way it was...