In the front lines with the heart of grown man, I ran
First rush of real air, time could've stood still at last

But it was too late, the paths you choose
Will never end the deep pain
You hope will serve to help inspire

'cause there is nothing too ordained
To spend the time with bad fires
That now have spun out of control

Oh, I know, everything comes and goes
But I was lost like a little child of promise,
Strong, courageous and bold

Only to find that my "heart of grown man" was stone

It was too late, the paths I chose
Had led me down a false road
To make my younger bones grow old

But I was lost long before I met You
(Wish I could see You)

Before I go, here's what you have to know
I was lost long ago