Grew up in a golden haze,
Went North everything was grey,
Came back everything had changed,
This is what I've got to say
Man there's so much air in the fields,
It makes me uneasy,
I could inhale for a lifetime,
And not feel greedy,
There's no-one here but the space is never empty,
It's drenched in our footprints our solace our memory,
Blank canvas to a child but too complete for a teen,
They suffocate you those gaps in-between,
Here is a cradle that will always be still,
The ground sinks beneath you make of that what you will.
Everything is changing,
I may not be the same,
The world keeps turning anyway,
We may not be together,
Though we're on different roads,
I'll be fine on my own.
It was the end of August,
Skies were pretty misty,
Something in the air,
Overflowing with the symmetry,
Of the end and the beginning,
Your manic faces grinning,
Testify that need for a final night of sinning,
Gentle innocent beautiful sins,
That bind us together like a strange looking kin,
Don't worry for the future what you're dealt will be,
You'll find new comrades but don't forget me.
Everything is changing,
I may not be the same,
The world keeps turning anyway,
We may not be together,
Though we're on different roads,
I'll be fine on my own.
As I stand now in the fields amid cans of discarded lager,
A tangible distance begins to pull us farther apart,
Perhaps I'll be the last to depart,
The next chapters always the hardest to start,
We're suddenly aware of the passing of time,
The body embracing yours no longer feels like mine,
Before these thoughts can amass in my head,
We get back to see Ryan's thrown up in my bed!
Everything is changing,
I may not be the same,
The world keeps turning anyway,
We may not be together,
Though we're on different roads,
I'll be fine on my own.
Everything is changing,
I may not be the same,
The world keeps turning anyway,
We may not be together,
Though we're on different roads,
I'll be fine on my own.