Walking, still walking again I wanna see the real world Only sad Word, word, word I wanna hear something else now Not only word How can I guano believe (it) That this is going to happen Too many minutes with you It’s hard to say It is not a conversation It is not uplifting love So many so many wrong Look and just see backwards Go, go, go, jump into a big hole I want to get my free land want to get my soul back Hold, hold, hold us at a distance It is so much better I can only pay the price Waiting I’m still waiting for my substitute Hearing I’m still hearing your noisy rules Wicked