One of those days that melts down to years.
We’re always asleep when we come to find
possible futures that we’ve left behind.
Thirty one years of slogging through sand.
Barefoot. Broken glass, we feel the earth.
Wander. Wonder why all these years we’ve hurt.
Now the desert is done.
Now it’s your turn to run.
Have you ever had fun?
It can all be undone.
But, there’s no time to cry
because you’re gonna fly.
All of those times that I’ve left behind.
I don’t know why I do it.
I don’t know how you do it.
For so long you’ve been a stranger.
A new place we won’t be strangers.
No one has to know our names.
We’ll just keep doing the best we can.