Souvenir

Packing over promises in old man's clothes
Tapping to the early days with broken toes

Nobody told him where to go
To an archipelago

Let's get out of here somewhere far
It's not much we're asking for
They'll keep walking but we could run
We will not know anyone

He is getting older though it does now show
A child grows into someone you no longer know

Nobody told him where to go
To an archipelago

Where the days feel like years
What do you you have
But a few souvenirs



Credits
Writer(s): Dan Carlson
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