Stepping out It's a long way from home On the east side Funny how All the finite ideas Can come to life Gone long gone are the days Sneakers and arcades Late nights on the Clearwater pier Youth living in waves Way further away Than anything I feel it here In the palm of my hand In the palm of my hand Ghost grabbing at air Time tik toking on In the palm of my hand In the palm of my hand Slipping thru it with sand What took you so long Time tik toking on Is it clout? Or the fame and redemption We're wanting Going round It's a mind numbing circle We're walking Gone long gone are the days Sneakers and arcades Late nights on the Clearwater pier Youth living in waves Way further away Than anything I feel it here In the palm of my hand, in the palm of my hand In the palm of my hand, in the palm of my hand Ghost grabbing at air, in the palm of my hand Time tik toking on In the palm of my hand In the palm of my hand Slipping through it with the sand What took you so long Time tik toking on