| — — — — | — — — — | — — — — | — — — — | Twenty-five years and my life is still Trying to get up that great big hill of hope For a destination I realized quickly when I knew I should That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man For whatever that means And so I cry sometimes When I'm lying in bed Just to get it all out What's in my head And I I am feeling a little peculiar And so I wake in the morning And I step outside And I take a deep breath and I get real high And I scream from the top of my lungs What's going on And I say hey hey hey hey I said hey what's going on And I say hey hey hey hey I said hey what's going on | — — — — | — — — — | — — — — | — — — — |