relative.

I can't stop my mind from running
It's running away from me
The ideas, my thoughts are on a runaway train
and I want to ride the train
I'm just a little behind it that's all

The path I was on became a dead end road
it's no longer paved like before
Mountains and great depths mean nothing
cold air fires my blood, makes my heart beat faster

I wish I could just do and just be
I need the walls to break free
To set out and be free from the chains which
keep me from being careless and free

Moonlight, starlight, gaslight
I love lights, cold air I don't care
Life is what you make it so let's
make it right, right according to me.