Young and No Telling

once was twenty of age and not a dime in my pocket exile in a silence of foreign i was called an alien want to see UFO I show you my basket naive you call it but make no mistake the ride a roller coaster if your'e lucky hands in pocket you strut a brain on your own that is freedom of a pussy feather flying you lick your wounds under the radar you make a go to see your towers collapse front of your eyes a deck of card the child scream no more school now I do not owe a dime all paid in full fool me once not astute i open my arms for an embrace of dog not schedule on the tarmac the planes depart tomorrow another day