While your heart, sleeps in your chest, my sleeve is, pounding loud, and thats why, i raise my fist, because i’ve got to let, the [bad word] out, so don’t bother singing along if the voice [bad word] from deep inside your heart because these words are more than just a song, they are spark from which a fire should start, and twenty years ago, i was a little boy, without of clue of the shifts i could make and i had no idea how to enjoy my own life, with the roads i would take, and then one day i got a tip while stopping for directions, i was told this is it so stop looking for perfection