How do I know that those mountains aren't cardboardnHow do I know that the world is roundnWhy should I know just because you've told menThere's molten rock underneath my groundnnHow do I know there's a god in the skynLooking down and hearing menWhy should you say I can't love any mannHave his children and still be freennGo on voting, striking and fightingnGo on searching, hiding and laughingnnI can't change you I can't even trynBut let me live like I think I cannThen when it's time for me to say goodbyenI'll have lived just a part of mannnGo on voting, striking and fightingnGo on searching, hiding and laughingnnI can't change you I can't even trynBut let me live like I think I cannThen when it's time for me to simply dienI'll have lived just a part of man