I won't say I'm starving, you always fed me enough to live:

And I won't say I'm angry, I'll still take all that you will give.

And I still cry when you are bleeding, isn't that a kind of love?

And we'll still roar along the river 'til our breath and life is gone.

But boys I'll say I'm hungry because I'm so weak and far away,

And I can feel my faith is shaking, it won't be forever until I'm old.

And though I promised patience, and I still promise that I'll wait,

See I'm so starved for memories, and I'm so lost and far away.

Go Vols. Beat South Carolina. (please)