I want to change the world, so scared to change myself Old World. Old Tricks Why can’t you speak cobblestone and bricks? A tall tale told from within jail Gold, lust, crooked politics Virtue and Vice Men and mice We sail to the edge to find paradise But this world can’t be flat I feel it It’s spinning out of control
Born and raised in a special place Our bridge, windmills, and the naval base Sit still, breathe in the Pacific's grace It's home, my prison, and my escape Born and raised in a special place It's my home, prison, my escape
I want to change the world So scared to change myself So scared to change myself I ask for strength Instead getting struggle every day I set my sights in to the sky then realize it’s falling on all of us
Too young to realize some things just can't be done Relentless, do it anyway Fly high straight at the sun That shadow of death took her father, his friend, and I can see that it wants me It will have to catch up I’ll die chasing after my dreams
The old gentleman was a student to the very end Chased every thought in every book on every shelf in all the world He saw it all War and peace, wealth and need, love and loss, pride and death And I’ll never forget what this wise man told me “The most brutal teacher of all is experience, you'll see But in return, you learn, my God do you learn”
I want you to see you are rich poetry An artist’s favorite, unique, messy masterpiece Magnificent songs in a genius symphony So play your role in this whole story
Too young to realize some things just can't be done Relentless, do it anyway Fly high straight at the sun That shadow of death took her father, his friend, and I can see that it wants me It will have to catch up I’ll die chasing after my dreams