Tom Quad

Das Man told me would be something: the world wide open in your hands
You gotta understand-I take the long way around sometimes
Coasting cold breeze whistle the bike-rack, Headington late night (feels like so long ago)
Can't help but wish I was there sometimes it seems my life has already peaked
And now it's twenty-three burdened by the wait of routine
Routinely worried where the worry will lead, or where it's leaving me
Sunlit lanes, lit face is keeping me awake; bask in rays, in case the past won't give and take
Who could forget trekking through Tom Quad?



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Writer(s): Oliver Houston
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