Just like
the Seneca
I have
lost my place
And where
I’ve been planted now,
Soon will
be shaken
And just
like the Seneca, it’s a losin’ race
Too soon
tomorrow will come, and nighttime’s awakening
Brings
forth a melody I’ve heard before
Oh my god,
must it be so hard
Just to
breathe and love and learn to be man
I am doing
all I can
Too soon
tomorrow
Nighttime
delay its pace
Too soon
tomorrow becomes yesterday
Too soon
tomorrow
Nighttime
delay it’s pace
Too soon
tomorrow becomes yesterday
Oh my god,
must it be so hard
Just to
breathe and love and learn to be man
Oh my god,
must it be so hard
Just to
breathe and love and learn to be man
I am doing
all I can
Yeahhh
