i'm looking for my childhood
now it's hard to stay sane searching for a new name -
but i stay afloat in the stream like we all should
i used to love the cool summer breeze
and grey days with leaves falling off the trees
now i know what i miss - i can't hold in my fist but -
one last touch would set me free
somebody set me free from this trap that you all call the real world
but in my heart i'm still young
and my soul says that i should have fun but to have one -
you gotta have some kind of billfold to survive
they say: you have to have a job you hate. 9 to 5 every day."