I'm staring down the barrel of a loaded gun
By the time I figure this out, I'll be gone

You don't exist, but you cross my mind
Remain in the foregrounds

No matter where I am, I always notice you
Like father, like son
Will my time come
When time waits for, no one

I see my self in you
I see my self in you
After all is been for

Carry on the tradition
Retreat into the country
A simple existence
A complete mystery to you

Focusing on yourself, no pressure
Handle the swings
The end of all things for, you
Like father, like son
Will my time come
When time waits for, no one

I see myself in you
I see myself in you
After all is been for