The sun is rising so late, it's early I have spread myself too thin again To catch the bottom, make my guilty party Made in the solitude of comfortable friends Father make believe for your daughters Mother take it easy on your sons Its just a balance like a tightrope walker But for now you've got to keep them young My solitude it makes me softer My suffering is not in vain My depression seems how much longer Will I have to wait to see you were free from pain