It was the first new century
In 100 years
When I felt like I should cry
I laughed away my tears
The end of the millenium
We waited a long long time
To see the brave new world
And the mountains we
would climb
The things I've tried to
Comprehend
As a child remain a mystery
Theres nothing I need to
defend
Theres nothing great about me
All I will ever believe
Is the pounding of my
heart though
It doesn't answer
questions
That's just the way it goes
All I will ever have faith in
Is the beating in my chest
It won't predict tommarow
Or give me eternal rest