| I woke up one day
|
| With my spirit drained
|
| And the fog came
|
| The mood that we both knew
|
| Isn’t exactly how I wanted to leave
|
| Everything was scattered in pieces
|
| They watched through their windows and made me feel crazy
|
| But I wasn’t done yet
|
| I had to get my life together on my own time
|
| And now the wrong drive out of the dark will carry me on
|
| From the coast of Carolina
|
| In my bones I feel it grow old
|
| I see sky and open road
|
| And sometimes I just need a release
|
| To get myself back up
|
| I feel that it is something to leave
|
| And I’m not coming home
|
| I used to think that I’d die young
|
| I’ll live forever
|
| And watch the world in my way
|
| I put way too much in this place to go
|
| And meanwhile all my friends are still in London
|
| We talk sometimes, it’s like nothing’s ever changed
|
| They just relate to my sanity
|
| They just relate to my sanity
|
| So I leave my head
|
| The future is forgotten off the mind
|
| Here I am trying to make things right
|
| Everything I am and everything I was
|
| It’s a sign that I’m open to
|
| Waking up again
|
| From the coast of Carolina
|
| In my bones I feel it grow old
|
| I see sky and open road
|
| And sometimes I just need a release
|
| To get myself back up
|
| I feel that it is something to leave
|
| And I’m not coming home
|
| I used to think that I’d die young
|
| I’d live forever
|
| And watch the world in my way
|
| I put way too much in this place to go
|
| And meanwhile all my friends are still in London
|
| We talk sometimes, it’s like nothing’s ever changed
|
| They just relate to my sanity
|
| They just relate to my sanity
|
| They just relate to my sanity |