A constant uphill runBetter than being ever comfortably numbWrong place and wrong timeWithout inhibition I’m aiming for the highest climbOn the outside looking inNot sure what I’ll find as I close my eyes to search withinSomewhere in between myself there’s a fighterWho only needs a chance to winI fall in line(I’m falling in line)I bide my time(I’m biding my time)I fall in lineI bide my timeOne by oneTo be called by noneThree, two, one…Too old to get behindToo young to yet bе satisfiedToo bitter to recеiveAlways so proud, but still insecure and so naiveToo old to get behindToo young to yet be satisfiedToo bitter to receiveAlways so proud, yet so very naiveA constant uphill runWrong place and wrong timeI’m aiming for the highest climbSo next timeWhen I get the chance I’ll…