Things Happen

WALKING UPON THE GROUND
THE PRODIGAL SON IS SEARCHING HIS TRACK
HE COULD BE SEEN AROUND
ONE DAY HES GOING FORTH AND THEN HES COMING BACK
HES PUSHING TO THE LIMITS
HE DOESNT WANT TO WAIT
OH, BOY, THIS WORLD WONT LET YOU GET AWAY...

HIS FUTURE WONT BE HAPPY
SINCE MASTERS OF THE PRESENCE ARE SLAVES OF THE PAST
BUT HE CAN MAKE THINGS HAPPEN
HE SINGS HIS OWN SONG, HE BUILDS HIS DREAM TO LAST
RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
HE NAVIGATES HIS WAY
OH, BOY, THIS WORLD WONT LET YOU GET AWAY...

DOWN THE WAY TO HIGH SKY
SOMETHING WENT WRONG, SUDDEN AND STRANGE
HIS VOICE BECAME TOO HUSKY
AND WENT WITH HIS UNFINISHED SONG OUT OF THE FLESHY CAGE
AND IF IT SOUNDS KILLING
WELL, HE FOUND NO BETTER WAY
OH, MAMA, TO GET THIS CRAZY FEELING
THAT HE IS FREE, AND FINALLY, HES GOT AWAY (WITH IT)

...WALKING ABOVE THE GROUND
SON OF THE BITCH, HES ON HIS TRACK
NOWHERE HE CAN BE FOUND
HE IS BEYOND THE REACH AND HE WILL NOT COME BACK
BUT IF YOU LISTEN HARDER
YOULL HEAR HIS HEART IN EVERY BEAT
OH, MAMA, FROM TIME TO TIME
THINGS HAPPEN THE WAY THEY ARE SUPPOSE TO BE!..


© 1993 Yuri Naumov