We walked the streets to hire games
Not to act them out
When we were testing our might and laughing
Others were screaming 'finish him' for real in a different timezone
Twenty years on, and I still hear their screams
Safely from my TV screen
No end in sight
Drinking beer with friends, learning nothing else matters
Writing songs to find ourselves - to find our way
But our teen angst cannot compare
To those half a world away
It doesn't seem fair
Born in the right place at the right time
Born in the right place at the right time
Born in the right place at the right time
Born in the right place at the right time