He stares back, he glares back at the eye of the vicious storm
he's holding on defiantly 'cause he won't give up his decency
not sucked in by evil nonsense
not weighted by a guilty conscience
the quiet man leads a quiet life hoping for the day he sees the light
his reticence was heaven sent and everywhere he turned
he saw the ways of the world and they were hell bent
he kept his virtue to himself
peace of mind is a fleeting thing
and he's not sure when he comes across it
peace of mind is a fleeting thing