I’ve got a notion that you are heading for a fall
Listen to me for all that it’s worth
The knowledge that you yearn can’t be taught or learned within a book
Don’t give up before you start
No maps, no rules, no courses in school
Immature man rarely lives, but lives to die
What do you wanna be when you grow up?
And when do you plan on heading there?
It won’t always be there; have you ever thought of that?
This idea appeals to me
To get lost when I leave to a place where I can be
Unknown and free to walk the streets
Where no one questions me or judges my progress based on my past
I’ll record mankind’s moral struggles, translated though me
Definitive plights known worldwide
I’ll offer up my view of this world and educate future histories
Of scholarly men who let life pass them by
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Lyrics submitted by Cab.