Whatever happened to the funky race? A generation lost in pace Wasn''t life supposed to be more than this? In this kiss I''ll change your bore for my bliss let go''f my hand and it will slip out in sand if you don''t give me the chance to break down the walls of attitude I ask nothing of you not even your gratitude And if you think I''m corny then it will not make me sorry it''s your right to laugh at me and in turn, that''s my opportunity to feel brave Cause it takes a fool to remain sane oh it takes a fool to remain sane oh it takes a fool to remain sane oh in this world all covered up in shame Every morning I would see her getting off the bus the picture never drops it''s like a multi coloured snapshot stuck in my brain it kept me sane for a couple of years as it drenched my fears of becoming like the others who become unhappy mothers and fathers of unhappy kids And why''s that? Cause they''ve forgotten how to play or maybe they''re afraid to feel ashamed to