I Want A Great Plain Like The Ones In Books
The Ones Where I Run And Everyone Looks
No One Knows Where I'm Going
If They Want They'll Have To Read My Story
The Troubles Of Life Will Flow Out Of Me
Because In That Position There Is Nothing I See

But In My Position The World Seems Dead
Only When There Is Music In My Head
The Story Of My Life Told Through Songs
I Can't Help But Sing Along
When It's Over My Heart Feels Light
And Everything In Me Seems A Little......Bright

The Aggressive Tensions In My Brain
Helps Me Get That Ball Slain
Serving, Spiking, Setting, Bumping
Keeps Those Others Sighing, Jumping
Anger Seizes Through The Air
Because Of The Thoughts Of My Mental Impair

But

I Still Want A Great Plain Like The Ones In Books
The Ones Where I Run And Everyone Looks
No One Knows Where I'm Going
Or Where I Came From
But They'll Read My Story
The Troubles Of Life Will Flow Out Of Me
Because In That Position There Is Nothing I See