I’ve been losing track of time here
Don’t know what I can do to make my mind clear.
In a haze now it’s been three or four years
I am lost, don’t know where to find myself.
I know there’s something missing in me
Some kind of hole, that’s why I feel so empty
Just want to be like a bird, fly so freely
But I can’t ever seem to get off the ground.
Sometimes I’m rolling, it’s not always dark days,
There’s been good times, and that’s why I’ve stayed.
But the time to move on is when every hand has been played
So we can’t look back unless we want to fade.