Those whipper snappers, they got trapped old chap
They lost the way, they never had the right map
Needed a sneak attack to slap the demons off my back
So I packed for the schedule dreamed big I wouldn’t settle
Put the pedal to the metal and returned to fundamentals
I’ll never forget running through the hall with all y’all rebels
Roaming through the high land, young bucks invincible
Echoes in my brain, if kids report to the principle

Oh I sure would like to live without the burden of commitment
Not attached to any person, place or thing
But it’s such a heavy load to carry nowhere alone
I am hopeful but tiring

A year has passed since I wrote my note
I should have known straight from the start

Walked out this morning
Won’t believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems I’m not alone at being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Searching for their home