Well this is a story about a man
That walks into this big, dark room
And this room is full of light
And full of smoke machines
And he feels like he is just in his old house He was a child, what it was like playing with his family
On his little bike, and
Feeling safe, and forgetting all his troubles

Forgetting what he needs to do
And who he has to pay
And just not feeling inferior
Just not feeling inferior