Think of the delicate hours we get
How they may fly like pennies we spent
Time is too shallow for minds that do dive
Deeper then even our hearts can survive
Can you explain it why it feels like I’m trapped
Caught in a war between fiction and fact
How did we get here if none of us know?
One of us first had to step on the road
Sense there was something missing to need
Wider to grasp and bigger to see
Once you set off there’s no turning back
Lost on the road between and fact
solo
One of these days I feel like I’m gonna
One of these days I feel like I’m gonna