People always rushing round, makin' time to fuss and to worry. Get your feet back on the ground, it's no good to live in a hurry. Take it easy on you… - John Miles Foley

You're on your own, back on the street,
out in the cold you feel the heat.
One way ticket to nowhere at your feet.
Take what you need, a word to the wise:
only the weak need alibis.
Stakes are too high, zero again,
no second chances at the end.
Run, tell me where you're gonna run to?
Run, oh, oh, oh where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna run?

Not for me all the things you must do
I am glad now that I can see through.
They say that I'm crazy, I'm out of my mind,
searching for something I'll never find.
Don't call me a loser,
call me a rebel.
No one said I must run in this race.
Always right, putting me in my place.
I know it's not easy: believe in yourself,
you won't find the answer in somebody else.
Don't call me a loser,
Call me a rebel.
Call me a rebel.

Over and over
over and over
we will discover
we will discover
that we all fall down.
Yes, we all fall down.
Yes, we all fall down.
Yes, we all fall down.