Getting closer to something higher
I won't go sir, not where you say
You can try and make me go slower
But I'm already on my way
Take my hands out of my pockets
On my feet there's walking shoes
Once it stats you cannot stop it
You will no longer be born to lose

You lie to the children
You try to steal their voice
In death there might be forgiveness
But in life there is but a choice

There's no time to be patient
If it is taking too long
Life is what we make of
All that has gone wrong
We're getting closer to something higher
We won't go sir, not where you say
You can try and make me go slower
But we're already on
Already on
Already on our way

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Sean Scolnick