You may plan to drive your wishes
Inside the cabin of ambulance car
With the hooters hootin' and givin' the alarm,
Oh the story had begun before you've been born
You ain't sit impatiently on the hill till the moring light anymore.
As you recall well
You were ten years old
Playin' in a graveyard, lookin' for a heart of gold
And now you put on your racing clothes,
Now you're gone with your racing car
You learned how to make your water to be still
You learned how to change sleepiness to the will
But how did you decide to declare you are young?
And the hands that shaped you they belong to you
And you don't even consider to figure out that.
Your futuristic outfit and your useful advice
Are convenient compairin' with those childish toys
And a hat with it's band is left inside your grandpa's chest
You take it out when you wanna pretend to be a cowboy.
You come to the party, share a joint for one round
And you don't even understand what's so funny about
Then you fall down on the ground, fall asleep like a pet,
Who helped your hands to shape yourself like that?