Running into Walls

In the cold of morning before the rooster dawn

Offer him a blind fold, one last bit of song

No more scattered pieces, no more counting falls and

Running into walls

He was just a baby, a little less than small

Already up and running as if to hear a call

Just a little human child, barely broken from the wild

Running Into walls

Now he get an education, learn the rules of the game

Money and salvation, don't we know its all the same

Along comes another human child

Feeling hungry, feeling wild

Running into walls

Some of us are lucky, born on the good side of the line

But everyone wants that candy, for some it's harder to resign

Along comes a human child, Mad & hungry going wild

Running into walls

He found himself a gun, power for the kill

Power in the blood, this is not for fun

Just a little human child

Barely broken from the wild

Running into walls

In the cold of morning before the rooster dawn

Offer him a blind fold, one last bit of song

No more scattered pieces, no more counting falls

Running into walls