All of my time here I’ve been trying to find the good life.
An elusive being, evading my every step.
I look to the sky for answers but I only see the stars, extending my longing.
“Why here, why there, why anywhere?
My joke turns into a sad truth as I look towards the ground under my feet
The only thing keeping me afloat.
Won’t you try and tell me what I’m doing wrong?
Won’t you try and tell me a way to make this right?
I’ve been singing the same old song,
And going to sleep alone at night.
All of my time here
Ive kept my wheels spinning
Ive said from the beginning
I’m gonna make it work
So I bundled my belongings
And I packed a broken picture
Of carrying my tradition of being alone
I tripped up for a minute When I came across old love
I continued on in silence, Watching the stars above
Letting my head wander Till my heart tells me no
All of my time here, I’ve let myself wonder, I’ve torn some dreams asunder, and turned my back again.
Recalling my old friendships, they’re not the same. I know it’s
A treasured memory where I feel I will belong.
And I’m on my way back to the people I call home.
On my way back to the people I call home.
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