Under the strain. Something's got to break. I don't think this plunge. Can take my weight. . I've been up this tree. All the time you've been looking for me.
Oh, and I found myself lost. Looked but nowhere to belong. First status I achieve holds nothing I believe. . And we drift on and among. According to no plan.
Quaker toil & Texan oil. Rockets on we're arm in arm. N.A.S.A nude you're manly you. . Oh American soldier. America's boy. . Gun me down with Yankee power.