Picture yourself in the shade of a tree. Alone in your thoughts but you're held by the breeze. With sand on your fingers and dirt in your hands. As you try your best to understand.
Mr. Mr. of my youth. You fed me bread and taught me truth. And one adventure, you took me out. Showed what life is all about. . I don't mind reliving.
Eternity, infinity, morality in effigy. Conformity, conspiracy, minority in effigy. She lives in her own little dream world. She fell from the family tree.
There goes a friend of mine. He wants to be me. And then another one. Just wants to see me. . And everybody else. Say that they know me. Sometimes the bottom line.
Once on a ride. I was left in the forest. And the leaves and the wind. Seemed to carry me home. . But when I arrived. It was long after morning. And the heat of the day.