Standing on solid soil
Coping with waging war
Once I was young and wild
Now I'm old and tired
Waiting, hoping for a change

Haven’t I seen you before?
Standing outside my door
Racing through space and time
Without a reason or rhyme
Waiting, hoping for a change

Holding on two open skies
Running away
Looking for new ways to ride
Running away

Standing on solid soil
Standing on solid soil
Standing on solid soil
Standing on solid soil