Our time has come
Feel so old, feel so slow but you're still young
The years have passed
Hop over the river and live son
The war won't last
The school of the wise will come fewer
The roots will be trees
We're killing ourselves with such ease
So please (I'm begging you)
Please (what they gonna say?)
Please (I'm crying now)
Consumed the soul as he left
And now we're going down the road to rock and roll
Blinded
Why? They never see the light
War river