Das Man told me would be something
The world wide open in your hand
You got to understand
I take the long way around sometimes
Coasting, cold breeze
Whistle the bike-rack, Headington late night
It feels like so long ago
Know I'd go back if I could sometimes

It seems that life has already peaked
And now it’s twenty-three burdened by the wait of routine
Routinely worried where the worry will lead
Or where it’s leaving me

Sunlit lanes, lit face is keeping me awake
Bask in rays in case the past won’t give and take
Who could forget trekking through Tom Quad?
Who could forget trekking through Tom Quad?