Running Riot

I'm far away I'm in my cell for years I'm a preacher for freedom, a preacher for light For a gleam of your eyes But nothing fills this space The fallow land, that is my heart My mind sways back and forth It's shuffling to our blues And I'm stumbling through my thoughts Falling in weak spots Don't you fire another shot And nothing fills this space The fallow land, that is my heart And I wrote, I wrote this song To keep me going on When the tide has gone The waves are calm and quiet But my synapsis overload When the feelings are running riot When the feelings are running riot I've been diving, diving down the glas But nothing, nothing fills this space And I wrote, I wrote this song To keep me going on Keep me going on And I wrote, I wrote this song To keep me going on Keep me going on Who will let me out? Who brings them back on track? Who will let me out? Let me out!