Lyrics Fiddlehead – Lay Low

In a wasteland of adolescence
I can feel the grievance
Of a youth spent on the wrong kid
Who never knew the meaning

Now shivering. Now singing
About the chill of youth leaving

So
Lay low: when they seem cold
Lay low: when you see them go
Lay low: to their fields of gold

Watch your kids grow — see them leave home
In a breeze without ease, feel your throat choke
Watch your friends go — see your hair grow
Black to grey in a day and see yourself old
Its too much for me
I gotta lay low