Your head is so deep in the box That you cannot rise up from it The world is getting cold You got so numb while you played with it Forgot you heart on the road How are you filling up the empty seats? Your hands are getting cold While you're looking for another treat A glimpse of heat
And I’ll be running from you Father if you could just hear me I’m tired of running, I’m tired of running from you
Father, Father
You’re so obsessed with your high Cloud nine didn’t make an ease And I can see your road Light out by the end of it But tell me what’s the point? When your looking for that other need to make it bleed
And I’ll be running from you Father if you could just hear me I’m tired of running, I’m tired of running from you
Father, Father
May all beings everywhere plagued With suffering of body and mind Quickly be freed from their illness May those frightened cease to be afraid And may those bound be free May the powerless find power And may people think of each other