One, two. One, two, three. . Born and raised. Locks of brown, streets of gray. I was brought up in brighter days. It's good to say, "Now I'm born and raised".
Now and then I pace my place. I can't retrace how I got here. I cheat the light to check my face. It's slightly harder than last year. . And all at once it gets hard to take.
This is a call to the colorblind. This is an IOU. Stranded behind a horizon line. Try to be something true. . Yes, I'm grounded. Got my wings clipped.
Back to you. It always comes around, back to you. I tried to forget you, I tried to stay away. But it's too late. . Over you. I'm never over, over you.