Hear them calling the young It's out in the streets Their stories remind of me It's the cry of the youth And if this won't wind you up A call of the wild And don't you give up 'cause you're old Not far from the end Can you keep my only secret? And you promise till death That this will not come out We'll try to stay... Here I stand alone Fight this on my own Ever felt that you'd soon be coming home? Here I stand alone Make it on my own Ever felt that you'd soon be there? You leave me out in the distance It's the land of the fools There is nothing to hide Survive on your own Such a profound reaction We're dealing hard as we dare And the harvest of mine I leave it strong