Given the way that I'm hardly raised even though the moons have passed
Given the way I'm hardly raised going a way that is mad
Living is sad
Living is mad
Living is sad
Living is mad
Given the way that I'm hardly raised, it's going away that is mad
Given the pain and the hardest aches, kin with the wind I will pass
Living is sad
Living is mad
Living is sad
Living is mad
Given the way that I'm hardly raised, given that the pain is vast
Even the rules I drew today, kin with the wind it will pass
Living is sad
Living is mad
Living is sad
Living is mad
Living is sad
Living is mad