Lyrics/Text:

When I was a child I wandered these rooms

I watched out the window to see what there blooms

a mountain above and a long road ahead

I wondered should I walk it or stay here instead

And the years they rolled by and no longer I‘d ask

is the mountain or the river or the long road the task

I‘ve been trying to ride this life train just right

never more wondering did I give up the fight

No more chasing the dreams of an old golden boy

No more breaking the rules, no more stealing the toys

No more humming to love songs or the stuff I‘d enjoy

just the sound of this sad odd lament (here) in a suffocated voice

Some people tell me the road‘s still long and free

Others might ask me what I‘d rather be

Is the river still flowing in these lonely veins

or are memories just pictures with frozen blue stains

No more chasing the dreams of an old golden boy

No more breaking the rules, no more stealing the toys

No more humming to love songs or the stuff I‘d enjoy

just the sound of this sad odd lament (here) in a suffocated voice

so I‘m counting the stories in these hungry walls

all have been told once but I stilll hear their calls

I‘ve been leaving for days now but the mountain‘s too high

been standing by the river but it‘s still too deep to fly

For when love were too strong and my heart leapt in faith

I might ruin this house and feel like fading in space

so I‘m standing these grounds and keep praying through pain

this sad odd lament for the sake of not going insane

What's a golden boy to do?

What's a golden boy to do?

What's a golden boy to do?