A constant uphill run
Better than being ever comfortably numb
Wrong place and wrong time
Without inhibition I’m aiming for the highest climb
On the outside looking in
Not sure what I’ll find as I close my eyes to search within
Somewhere in between myself there’s a fighter
Who only needs a chance to win

I fall in line
(I’m falling in line)
I bide my time
(I’m biding my time)
I fall in line
I bide my time
One by one
To be called by none
Three, two, one…

Too old to get behind
Too young to yet bе satisfied
Too bitter to recеive
Always so proud, but still insecure and so naive

Too old to get behind
Too young to yet be satisfied
Too bitter to receive
Always so proud, yet so very naive
A constant uphill run
Wrong place and wrong time
I’m aiming for the highest climb
So next time
When I get the chance I’ll…