I walked around my neighborhood Lights like candles, hovering The town I grew up in is not a place in the clouds But the bruises came and went like they did for the first time And if ever I could feel it coming like I did when they were mine Now I'm sick sore in the back room And my muscles are coming after me If I get sick sore from all the action Will it ruin what hasn't happened But I'm calming down I'm calming down