Lay Low

In a wasteland of adolescence
I can feel the grievance
Of a youth spent on the wrong kid
Who never knew the meaning
To live a life in the now, or
Hold on to friends, somehow

Now shivering
Now singing
About the chill of youth leaving

So
Lay low
When they seem cold
Lay low
When you see them go
Lay Low
To their fields of gold

Watch your kids grow
See them leave home
In a breeze without ease, feel your throat choke
Watch your friends go
See your hair grow
Black to grey in a day and see yourself old
Its too much for me
I gotta lay low