Here I am, and you will
Listen to me again
Don't wanna be rude
I will tell the truth
Not philosophy of growing old
Things must be told
I'm sure you don't like
You don't like your kind of life
So come with me
I will tell you how things should be
No more worry
Get on the highway to glory
Let us dream together
Let us change the history
Get on the highway to glory
Get on the highway to glory
Got to get out of here
'Cause the future is made of fear
There is no way to criticize
It's all computerized
Now the day hit the night
And I lose the glory in sight
Not philosophy of growing old
Just a dream that should be told
