These White Jail Walls Know Everything About Me They Already Saw My Breath Changing It's Mood Many Times My Friends And I - 'fools' And Dolts We Keep On Living Our Own Thoughts Trying To Fly Within Some Other Minds Where Resignation Builds Up Another Life I'd Like To See Some Other Way I'd Love To Cry Out Of Joy If Only I Could Make Them Know All The Things That I'm Doing Here The 'fools' Come With That Strange Sense Of Love Hands And Feet Are Standing Up Sometimes We're In - Sometimes We're Not How Many Tears - How Many Miles Some Of My Friends Are Flying One Of Them Already Found His Own Highest Cloud I'd Like To See Some Other Way I'd Love To Cry Out Of Joy If Only I Could Make Them Know All The Things That I'm Doing I'd Like To See Some Other Way I'd Love To Cry Out Of Joy If Only I Could Make Them Know All The Things That I'm Doing
