Now, Son

Ah, ah
Terrified that I’m crossing myself
There’ll be plenty of time
For us to talk
The thoughts go racing

Floating round in the clouds
I brought my fate upon myself
I really do not love
But facts aren’t everything
They have befouled the whole cause
Apathy has taken its place
My place

Lost in a maze of waking dreams
Caught in some stupid lies
Amusing myself with children’s games
Only to live no matter how
Laying aside all my past
My own self

And everything, everything
Full of almost admiration for myself
But, come back to me
Oh my wild son
Oh my son