i wish i could leave start a life that would be one with the sails in the sky cause i fear that theres not a lot left ive had my shot i cant get out of bed all i want is the glory yeah that i knew once before i got stung theres not a lot left ive had my shot and i have got to go to drown in a shell on a beach somewhere i will before you find me theres not a lot left ive had my shot am i am going home