tent dripping with dew i have missed all of you waking up to an overbearing sun this feeling in my chest, it weighs a ton in the patterns formed by the stars i saw through my self-guarded bars in the way the moon became dawn it was clearly time to move on i don't know where i'm trying to go but it's worth the ride i suppose pennsylvania, skies that glow in the mountains that i know and the people in new jersey always restless like me, in a hurry through the years i will roam always in the direction of home with or without any clue which direction that is, what am i to do