When I was 17 i was tucked inside the mountains
of a far and distant place where we were young
the house we lived in, was a warm and honest premise
but we knew not what we had in store for life
and thinking i might die, i would surely live a lie
so you smiled and said Join the Human Race
Join the human race
you were just a mamas boy marching to your own beat
see the cadence in your eyes
bit an inner-extrovert living in a private world, running out of fuel supply
and the years keep rolling by
but the fear gives way to light