Looking over. Looking into September.
Too much time spent worrying. Wish I was able to remember the
facts, the great understanding that comes to me just as I'm landing.
Paranoia inside of me. That's something I'd like to set free.
From this view, of me looking back. All the faults, what I lack.
Take the time I threw away. Fill it in with what I can now see.
I've taken time away facin
nothing important, just grazin my
knees on the gravel i put down. This
road that's just painted a fat old frown on my
face.
**Too much time from the norm. The im-
balance has just kept up the storm.
Younger evenings of the radio.
Happy introverted was how I was inserted
on my way. (to this day)
clear this head and start again.
Many wasted days. But it never felt too much of a waste. Hastily
I was just rushin around, gettin from
this point to that place. Wrong feelings portrayed through a face.
Now i know of all the wrong things that have pulled me far down low.
CHORUS--->(sing ** as well)
