In a wasteland of adolescence I can feel the grievance Of a youth spent on the wrong kid Who never knew the meaning To live a life in the now, or Hold on to friends, somehow Now shivering Now singing About the chill of youth leaving So Lay low When they seem cold Lay low When you see them go Lay Low To their fields of gold Watch your kids grow See them leave home In a breeze without ease, feel your throat choke Watch your friends go See your hair grow Black to grey in a day and see yourself old Its too much for me I gotta lay low