Glade Creek Ramble

There's a mist that appears when the falls hit the water
The water feels like the hold of a mother
A mother that wants to play with my hair

The sunlight pierces through each droplet
Makes me feel like I haven't lost it
Lost it to another year, like last year

I'm damn sure sick of these tall buildings
The so-called progress making everything less clean
I miss what I've never seen, I wish I could see

I'm getting older
Everyone else is on the right track
I'm moving slower
Feels like I'm taking steps back

Somebody once told me no one would ever love me
And that I would always be lonely
The notion of that hooked me deep, controlled me

Later someone told me to throw away my score card
Whoever hurts more doesn't get an award
The notion of that unhooked me, set me free

I'm getting older
Everything is making less sense
Time moves much slower
When you rid yourself of what's meaningless

It can be so scary
'Til you find out it's all so temporary
It can be so lonely
But one day I will find what's for me

I'm getting older
I found out there's no right track
I'm moving slower
No more time spent looking back

Give me a creek to cool my face in
Give me a field to stretch my legs in
Give me a mind that will let me breathe

Give me a creek to cool my face in
Give me a field to stretch my legs in
Give me a mind that will let me breathe

Let me forgive me
Let me forgive me
Let me forgive me