I stew and I pace
and my heart starts to race
when I think of all that is undone
I weep and I scream
but only in my dreams
so outside I'll appear to be calm
my habits are crutches
I walk on but such is my life
and it helps me get by
I'm bored with the patterns
so worn out and tattered
that constitute being alive
facing my fears
is how I pass the years
diminishing each one in turn
when life goes from quiet to
full-blooded riot
we'll all have our bridges to burn
we'll all have our bridges to burn
come dance with me hither
and we'll see together
that we are all one and the same
we share the desire
to ROAR like a fire
and run like we've never been tamed
we'll run like we've never been tamed
we'll run like we've never been tamed
