He said, I was falling to piecesFighting the boy and the manOver his shoulder there was freedomBut consciousness has tattered himEmbodied youth was his decisionNow inhibitions in the manSo driven by his fear of weaknessBut that's his key to understandSo far in the distant landThere's a fight between boy and manSee the light through the open doorSee and watch as the man diesThe young grow oldTrading places in the circleTurn the glass, spill the sandThey say that time can make a differenceBut age doesn't matterNo matter career and situationMake a differenceWho is better?But who is not to make a difference?So far in the distant landThere's a fight between boy and manSee the light through the open doorSee and watch as the young grow oldguitar soloSo young, but overblownSo young, but overblownSo young, but overblownSo young, but overblownTake a look now, see the boy is weak and weakOh, what you think?What you think?Think about what the boy is gonna beIs this the way, this the way?YeahSo far, and I'm dizzySo far, and I'm dizzySo far, and I'm dizzySo far, and I'm dizzySo far, and I'm dizzy