Ca-5150

Good morning, to the trees and all their leaves
Good morning, to the ground beneath my feet
My heart stops
Slowly
I'm going, to a place where I can be
Yeah I'm going to see the real me
My internal beauty

And what I see is that perfect set of scenery
A place to be my mental cemetery
But it's out loud, and I'm alright
So for now, it's time to drive

Good morning, to the sun that I cant see
Good morning, to the streams that nowhere leave
I felt tears
Flowing
I'm running, from the place that pulls me deep
Yeah I'm running, to a place where I can breathe
My eternal serenity

And what I see is that perfect set of scenery
A place to be my mental cemetery
But it's out loud, and I'm alright
So for now, it's time to drive



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Jackson
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