It's gonna be a while
'Till I find my why home
No time to reconcile or for
Me to be shown any other way
Than that of my own
Sure I'd love to stay
But there's along way to go
Could it be the way the clouds
Come into shapes of things all
To familiar to me and as the rain
Comes down I get hit in the eye
As if someone's trying to tell me
Something
It's been a long time coming
Since I've been running from the
Places of my past. Will I ever be
Able to understand how the past
Has affected where I am now
But then I grind my wheels down
To a hault to look up at the sky
And realize that I'm thinking too much
