Quiet

I am heading for a time of quiet

When my restlessness is past

And I can lie down on my blanket

And release my fists at lastI am heading for a time of solitude

Of peace without illusions

When the perfect circle marries all

Beginnings and conclusionsAnd when they say that youre not good enough

Well the answer is youre not

But who are they or what is it

That eats at what youve gotWith the hunger of ambition

For the change inside the purse

They are handcuffs on the soul, my friends

Handcuffs on the soul and worse