Someday
...this will all go away...
I'll give back to the earth
& return to the dirt
I'll have nothing to say
and nothing to prove
I'll stop running away
and it'll all run smooth
Of course...
I'll no longer be here
The Twisted Truth Of It All
It can't be attained
when you're searching for more
But... Someday...
Someday
I'll learn to be still
& It'll all quiet down
I'll give up my free will
I'll cease with the search
And I'll float on the wind
I'll rise with the tide
& Finally, give in...
I'll stop punching the air
of the Mad, Lunatic World
I'll stop looking for reasons
When the answers to search
Someday
