If I had a way to get out of this day If I had a way I'd get out today Man, I would run away, man, I would run 'Cause these walls block out the sun Yeah
I'm Peter van der Hold I'm 68 years old I doubt some questions have increased In 42 years of being a priest I'm at the end of my life I'm not sure if
Mama lies on the couch in her old wedding gown She turned pale long before the carnival had left town She stares at the front porch on the outlook for
Hey man, I'm tired of working all day I'm turning into a daysleeping walking cliche Hey man, let's wait until daylight fades And we'll join the dreamers
I made the call just too late At the end of May I just thought I could wait For one more day In the time that passed You went down so fast You went down
I like to read stories from the bottom of the world Although they've all been told before You wanna stay twenty-five for a couple more years But be careful
This is the legend of eight sisters, Herald was the famous one It happened twenty years ago, although the sea was calm It was 1987 and winter nearly
Stephanie always makes a lot of plans She has decided, she has decided She is gonna leave As soon as high school ends In a house where no one ever cares
I'm gonna move to Canada Yeah I've made up my mind Leave everything behind I'll catch a plane, fly away from this rain I'm gonna move to Canada I'm
Life always dumps something in your lap You're constantly busy redrawing your map You leave behind a fading trail Of images and words that you hope will
Besides, if each shot of happy Comes with only two shots of sad Then coming of age is not so bad Then coming of age is not so bad Then coming of age is
, if each shot of happy Comes with only two shots of sad Then coming of age is not so bad Then coming of age is not so bad Then coming of age is not so