Lyrics:

Come on son, help me out
It's cold out here, you're all I've got
Come on son, help me out
Come on son, I'm getting tired
I feel the blame, I feel the fire
Come on son, I'm getting tired
I'm getting tired of playing the game
I'm getting tired of feeling ashamed
What of love? What of peace?
What of the sky? What of the seas?
What of the birds and the songs they sing?
What do they mean?
What of the hour? What of the day?
What of the years I ran away?
What about those times I almost changed?
What do they mean
when you are old?
What do they mean when you've learned to cope
when I've been gone?
What do they mean when you can't recall?
What of love? What of peace?
What of the sky? What of the Seas?
What of the birds and the songs they sing?
What do they mean?
What of the hour? What of the day?
What of the years I ran away?
What about those times I almost changed?
What do they mean
When life goes on?
What do they mean when you can't recall
when I've been gone?
What of the birds and the songs they sing?
When I've been gone
What about those times I almost changed?
What do they mean?