Seasons of keeping up
With that constant pace
And those reasons that tell me
Not to live consciously
I'm thinking of home
Yeah, what am I doing?
Just leave me alone
I'm not seeing clearly here at all
Losing the grip
I stand before I get stuck
Those thoughts get thrown away
And I move on
Yeah, I was hoping
Those days would just carry over;
Right past the breaking
Into the comfort
Standing on the verge of losing it
Any bad day might knock me over
Leaning on the curb of ignorance
And everyone says they've yet to know why
I'm thinking of her
And how she is doing
Still dreaming of ways
To try and construe it
I'm dealing with problems
Still, I know
And this is the only place I can go
I'm thinking of home
Yeah, what am I doing?
I live like a ghost
And you can see through it
This isn't my problem
But who's gonna lose
It's all in the mood
That I woke up in