Space

All the streets are crowded The world is so loud I feel so out of the incrowd Manic is the word While running the race I just need some space The sweet days of summer Have passed and gone But they still echo on and on No hope on this job Want out of this place I just need some space To be free Just to be To be free Those tall, tall mountains Are calling to me Peaceful waters and the red wood trees Someday soon I'll vanish without a trace 'Cause I just need some space To be free Just to be To be free To be free Just to be To be free