Somewhere, somehow, somewhenWe'll see it happen again, my friendA simple visitation gone wrong like back in '47Only this time we'll be on the scene like Kent BrockmanOr Sam Donaldson live in New ...

you see me running but you don't know whati'm running frommy own weaknesscome on i've got to speak this truthWhen I'm losin my directioni run that self-inspection I learn my lessons wellYo I fell ...

nine hundred ninety seven revolutionsgone round the sunthe spirits leave as they comerude people-the meek-the young oneswait without fear so near to the year of the new millenniumthese wide open ...