Twenty-five years and my life is still Trying to get up that great big hill Of hope for a…

Twenty-five years and my life is still

Trying to get up that great big hill

Of hope for a destination

I realized quickly when I knew I should

That the world was made up of this brotherhood

Of man for whatever that means

And so I cry sometimes

When I'm lying in bed

Just to get it all out

What's in my head

And I, I am feeling a little peculiar

And so I wake in the morning

And I step outside

And I take a deep breath and I get real high

And I scream from the top of my lungs,

"What's going on?!"