I’m not really here, My mind’s been drifting, Off to you where you’ve been, What you dropped in your teens, For real, mine is a matter of fame, I give and cave in, I shelter from rain, I assemble my powers I give in,
From story to story, From sorrow to plenty, From story to story, From sorrow to plenty,
I’m not really off of you, I have been restless, At this new year I’ll find my way, To a sincerer place, To fare, on an ocean of green, In a field full of rain, I’ll gather my things, I assemble my powers to give in,
From story to story, From sorrow to plenty, Out were your lost is, From story to story, From sorrow to plenty, Out were your lost is, Out were your lost is