When will we get our turn?
So many lessons left to learn-
I sold my soul for a penny at the wishing well-
We all need a chance to run.
At least I have a story to tell.
When it's time to finally set sail-
There is a child screaming out in all of us-
Out of the silent, silent suffering-
Are you better off with your head in the clouds-
'Cause down here you run your hopes straight into the ground?
At least I have a story to tell.
When it's time to finally set sail-
'Cause I sold my soul for a penny at the wishing well-
We all need a chance to run.
At least I have a story to tell.
When it's time to finally set sail-