Naive

A constant uphill run

Better than being ever comfortably numb

Wrong place and wrong time

Without inhibition I'm aiming for the highest climb

On the outside looking in

Not sure what I'll find as I close my eyes to search within

Somewhere in between my self there's a fighter

Who only needs one chance to win

I fall in line

(I'm falling in line)

I bide my time

(I'm biding my time)I fall in line

I bide my time

One by one

To be called by none

Three, two, one

Too old to get behind

Too young to yet be satisfied

Too bitter to receive

Always so proud, but still insecure and so naive

Too old to get behind

Too young to yet be satisfied

Too bitter to receive

Always so proud, yet so very naive

A constant uphill run

Wrong place and wrong time

I'm aiming for the highest climb

So next time

When I get the chance I'll