All grown up with nowhere to gonHow come nothing feels quite like home?nSometimes it hurts to be awakenWhat’s the plan when we’ve got no plan?nA costly piece of paper in handnBut that’s not what it takesnnSpirit, sing out a little loudernMy flesh is so weaknBut it screams with all its strengthnSpirit grow up, into a flowernMy flesh is like a weednThat strangles out the seednAnd blocks out the sunlightnnYou could say we’re living on prayernBoomerangs that fly in the airnWe’re back where we started fromnnSpirit, sing out a little loudernMy flesh is so weaknBut it screams with all its strengthnSpirit grow up, into a flowernMy flesh is like a weednThat strangles out the seednAnd blocks out the sunlightnnDon’t we need something, need something to live for? It’s YounDon’t we all need something, need something we’d die for? It’s YounThat’s all I know to do, so pleasennSpirit, sing out a little loudernMy flesh is so weaknBut it screams with all its strengthnSpirit grow up, into a flowernMy flesh is like a weednThat strangles out the seednAnd blocks out the sunlight