Walking home in the rain
All the streetlights gone out
Been a while since I felt mildly sane
One of the darker nights no doubt
And I don't feel like tending to the needs
Of needlessly draining interactions
Just feel like tending to these
Songs in my head that serve as distractions
And tomorrow I'll be 21
And join the society of the 'Drinker's Club'
Meet at the congregation at the bars in America
Isn't it fun? Isn't it fun
Distracting yourself
And I'm walking down that same old road again
Same heart, same eyes, same feet
Its crazy how time just evaporates, leaving us with
A mind full of memories
And I keep on keeping on searching
But I still don't really know what I want
And I guess its good; I'll never be done learning
And following this internal compass guiding me through this hunt
And tomorrow I'll be 23
I guess time had its way of escaping me
I was born with something inside to set free
Deep in the sound
Look what I've found
Deep in the sound
Look what I've found
And you warned me, you warned me
You warned me, you warned me
That it would slip right through my fingers
And this year I am 25
Can I say it's by grace that I'm alive?
I was born from the Rose
And I have grown to know my kind
And I will try to leave behind
Something divine