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