I met a man once in a log hut
With scars on both eyes and marks from bear claws
A tall lad in a quiet and wild life
Cut and shaped to match the dim of the pines
Like he's not afraid, no
All like he's not aware of
What's like to be in the middle of
A bullseye when everything's out of control
So I said
Sometimes I wish to live life
In complete denial about my age
How blind I've been to trust my head over my eyes
He said
William that's too much to bear with
In just one life so why would care if
You won't understand why it doesn't go the way you want
Just let it all out, I know you're asking how
Well how would I know? Just follow the flow
And let it all out but don't ask me how
Stand by the curb, Just follow the flow
Enough with motives, enough
Oh knower of times when nowhere
Would mind like glorified
Locked up Diamonds and tokens
Let down the path, the calling
Each time you're left to wonder
Would I be able to let it all out?
I said
Of course, but nothing can help me process
The way to react to the love to the losses
And stand so tall over my flaws in life
And I wonder what's left to hold on to
When nothing goes the way you want?
So how can I learn how to let it all out
If you don't show me how to follow the flow?
So how can I learn if I don't know how
To stand by the Curb and follow the flow?
Just let it all out, I know you're asking how
Well how would I know? Just follow the flow
And let it all out but don't ask me how
Stand by the curb and follow the flow