in the years we stayed the course
of two hundred years before
a future was in place
still tied to everything
to the family
to the way
a life led simply could be played
when a simple man was taken away
although his spirit still holds court
inside my heart i can cannot forge
ahead the way i would like
to stand tall with my love by my side
in the acreage of my youth
where we could sing our happy tunes
where nobody tends to go
keeps a family close together
in an age gone by
i thought about the plans
and practices that i had hoped to understand
when i became a man
isolation from the fray
i could hear it call my name
says we've strayed to far from home
soon these voices grow to say
that through the changes i have faced
the fear that i have laid to waste
the reasons that i keep on holding onto these adolescent dreams
escape from the no-man's land! land
we get running "don't let go of my hand
until we reach the skyline above Keoka Lake"
it's just a dream: i wake up and everything's the same
the generation rife with disappointing heights
and the undeserving pride they all seem to invite
when i look back on my life
i think about the plans
and practices that i had hoped to understand
when i became a man
and i can't wait to wake up
to be rid of all this stuff
replacing every worried thought
to dreams of you
twirling aimlessly under the moon
while i think of words to pierce right through your heart
but in the morning we will rise
above the din of troubled times
still far away inside my head
where we call a hillside home instead
on the hillside we will stay
we will die and sill remain
where nobody tends to go
keeps the family close together
where no one ever will ever know
keep the family close together
together
so close together
of two hundred years before
a future was in place
still tied to everything
to the family
to the way
a life led simply could be played
when a simple man was taken away
although his spirit still holds court
inside my heart i can cannot forge
ahead the way i would like
to stand tall with my love by my side
in the acreage of my youth
where we could sing our happy tunes
where nobody tends to go
keeps a family close together
in an age gone by
i thought about the plans
and practices that i had hoped to understand
when i became a man
isolation from the fray
i could hear it call my name
says we've strayed to far from home
soon these voices grow to say
that through the changes i have faced
the fear that i have laid to waste
the reasons that i keep on holding onto these adolescent dreams
escape from the no-man's land! land
we get running "don't let go of my hand
until we reach the skyline above Keoka Lake"
it's just a dream: i wake up and everything's the same
the generation rife with disappointing heights
and the undeserving pride they all seem to invite
when i look back on my life
i think about the plans
and practices that i had hoped to understand
when i became a man
and i can't wait to wake up
to be rid of all this stuff
replacing every worried thought
to dreams of you
twirling aimlessly under the moon
while i think of words to pierce right through your heart
but in the morning we will rise
above the din of troubled times
still far away inside my head
where we call a hillside home instead
on the hillside we will stay
we will die and sill remain
where nobody tends to go
keeps the family close together
where no one ever will ever know
keep the family close together
together
so close together