I've been looking around.
All over town.
Realizing you don't want to be found.
You'll go your way I'll go mine.
These days are getting longer.
Nights feel shorter and you always used to wander but you don't have time anymore.
The tide moves slow and on its own.
The ebb and flow.
Eventually we all do.
And I should know how it goes.
But I still call this home.
You say there's nothing we can do.
But we've got different points of view.
Cause I'm swimming I'm drowning.
I'm trying to run on just two hours of sleep and so much fun
But not you.
There's nothing to do.