nSometimes I get nostalgic for the pastnSometimes I'm proud of the fact that I'm white trashnSometimes I think that I can't stand alonenSometimes I want to run away from homenSometimes I feel like life kicks me in the facenI gotta get back up 'cause, baby, that's the breaknSometimes I think about the way I was raisednSometimes I dwell on the dues I've been forced to paynSometimes I think about the bullshit I tooknI wish I used the chance to fight when I could'venBut it's alrightnI want to know that when my body lies, will my spirit roam?nWill Isee all the things I never could see?nWill my questions be answered when the river meets the sea?