Well, it's not wrong
To be confused in this world
Of atomic shelters
And angry people watching over us.
It's not wrong to be scared
Living under the dome
Trying to find a hole or gap
To get away
And it's confusing
When you see your friends
They are whirling
Through the years to pay their dues
Too much love for material things
But it's your faith and love that you can lose
They're the sticky air that you have to breathe
They're the sticky money that you have to pay
The reins are being tightened with every day
And you don't believe any of those words they say
It doesn't matter
How high the wall is
That you're building all around me
Or how hard you try to squeeze my skin
If you look left or right
Look back or straight ahead
It's the difference that makes us great
And you get tired, tired of running
You're not made for running oh so fast
You are not alone in this game
You don't have to be afraid
Don't believe a word they say
I don't want to play their game