For what its worth
We have travelled much
Out of school for several times
Starving for the journey and the ride

Bringing out the best we are
Heading out at midnight
Driving Hundred-Fifty mountain ride

We are living
We are living
Are we not the best that could've been

Dear Wisdom
I'd love to think
But my thinking cap has broken twice this rhyme

I'm conquering
But losing each
Drop of childish blood that we once had

See we are breaking bad
See we are buying heads
See its Hundred-Fifty down the sea

The juniper night
On the spring I was young
I spent all my brain for the reel

Not rockign the boat and
Not sailing abroad
Am I lucky, a fool or a bee?

Oh my buttercup friend,
I am girding for rest
So get on we are leaving the rest
So get on we are heading even more ******* West

And the sign of the wine
That allures me to dine
On the bones of the wasted time

Dont go lookign for fame and glory
You are doing great as you are
Dont go searching for fame and glory
Glory is another name for Love