I'm young, but I know where I am from. Times have changed, good times have been and gone. And all the while, I'll walk, I'll keep walking on. Things I've done, I can't, I can't change them no more. And I should learn, that I must wait my turn. I'll try to stand, even if my eyes should burn in the sun. I lost my way, and I'm lost on the way home. Nothing's changed, you're a moth knocked in my room. And all the while, I'll walk, I'll keep walking on. Things I've done, I can't, I can't change them no more. And I should learn, that I must wait my turn. I'll try to stand, even if my eyes should burn in the sun. In the sun. And I should learn, that I must wait my turn. I'll try to stand, even if my eyes should burn in the sun. In the sun. In the sun.
