Here's a little something that I've had trouble writing down
I can never see your face as I listen
And if you've ever really wondered why my heads stuck in the ground and I can't get it out
Remember when we sang...
Those were better times
Seems like every time I look, you're still half the world away
Well, how long will you be traveling this time?
If you find a place where you can see yourself settling down, will you consider me there?
Though, I'm nowhere to be found
Those were better times
Aren't you tired of pretending?
Can you remember how it feels to be free?