Fog of War - Young Dreams

I am all that I am

I never tried to be a more

And yet tis seems too much for me

Too fun, too high, too soon

It’s just not my day, I’d rather take freedom, than smoking arenas

Off the big track is where I am

Waiting for my own Athena

The crowd is mine, in cry, in blood, and sad

Waiting for my own Athena

The crowd is mine, in cry, in blood, and sad

Waiting for my own Athena

This is just what it is

It’s what I call the fog of war

There’s nothing here that’s clear to me

This place is not, not you

It’s just not my day

I’d rather take freedom, than smoking arenas

Off the beating track is where I am

Waiting for my own Athena

The crowd is high in blood, and crying sad

Off the beating track is where I am

Waiting for my own Athena

The crowd is high in blood, and crying sad

(people were staring)

Something’s not very

Looking at what I have just left behind

Those were the things that would cloud up my life

I can' go back, but I just can’t survive

Need someone to take me to ṗlaces where …

Athena, Athena take me there

Waiting for my own Athena

Waiting for my own Athena

Waiting for my own Athena

Waiting for my own Athena

Off the beating track is where I am

Waiting for my own Athena

The crowd is high in blood, and crying sad

Off the beating track is where I am

Waiting for my own Athena

The crowd is high in blood, and crying sad

Waiting for my own Athena