Lay Low

In a wasteland of adolescence

I can feel the grievance

Of a youth spent on the wrong kid

Who never knew the meaning

To live a life in the now, or

Hold on to friends, somehow

Now shivering

Now singing

About the chill of youth leaving

So

Lay low

When they seem cold

Lay low

When you see them go

Lay Low

To their fields of gold

Watch your kids grow

See them leave home

In a breeze without ease, feel your throat choke

Watch your friends go

See your hair grow

Black to grey in a day and see yourself old

Its too much for me

I gotta lay low