If I’m still alive, I’ll live forever.
I’ve seen things they’ll never see,
things that must be make believe.
I’ve been you, not liking me and so I changed.
Apologies for the rain.

If I get my legs back, I’ll go running.
Twisted my head on to see what’s coming.
Honestly, feel I will fly.

Oh, I see a pretty little light down there
and I pray it’s not another train.
When I get my legs back, tell me no more pain.

Swinging inside, wishing I was walking.
The more you get, the more you can lose.
It seems right now that I can’t move.
Wishing I was walking.
Writing isn’t talking.

If I’m still alive, I’ll live forever.
I’ve been places no one knows,
places where there is no home.
I’ve been you, coming unsewn and so I changed.
Apologies for the rain.

Wishing I was walking.
I see a pretty little light down there.
Maybe just walking my way.
Apologies for the rain.

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