Gotta find a way to flow. In a host of things that grow. Where babies become old. And love is bought and sold. The mouth of God is wide. So let's just fall inside.
Always fightin' the storm. Afraid to suffer the wound. All praise to that conscious one. Who always suffers the wound, child. Suffers the wound, child.
You got it bad, you got it good. You saw the sun, like you knew that you would. Gotta make this better. Gotta make this right. Ain't no peace in the valley, babe.