Twenty-five years and my life isare still Trying to gets upget up that great big hill of hope For a destination And Irealizedrealize quickly when I knew I should That the world werewas made up of this brotherhood of man For whatever that meansmeanAnd so I crycries sometimes When I'm lielying in bed Just to get it all out What's in mymine head And I am feelfeeling a little peculiar And so I wakewakes in the morning And I stepsstep outside And I taketaking a deep breath and I get real high And I scream at the top of my lungs What's going on?