I use to think all I needed was to run away
to make a life for myself in pine filled scents of rain
scratch my name in the sand
live life the proper way, in simpler times
but I've come to realize
this is a fantasy, a wish I shouldn't plead
because where does this dream lead?
when I follow the rocks at the end of the manufactured road
away from this constructed life, so easy to blame
and find there's nothing thereafter, no happily ever after
I'm here in my solitude waiting, like every one said was such bliss
living day to day, no more big bills to pay
but I'm still left to my thoughts that so plague
my river is still poisoned but I thought if I flushed it through the lake
I'd be free
I did not stop my river, and I have no dam to stop the flood
because I came here to my simple life, supposing it would make it all go change
only to notice I'm still unfinished, and I'm back at the start, feelings pacing my heart
what happens when you open a door to find its one someone else made
leading to another man-made garden of promises to be claimed
Where do I run to now?
What fills your head when flights have left the field?
Black when I close my eyes
and my feet are dragging
there are no signs pointing to the next station
and I missed the last train
How do you remember what home looks like
When I can't even see