In Ashland
I went to school in Ashland
Where the leaves in fall are like vibrant paints and the landscape fits inside a frame
I used to imagine
Runnin' off to a distant place where nobody would know my name
My dream came true, but it's been so different
Can we control anything at all
Or are we simply slaves to our own fate?
An endless fall down a rabbit hole
I might be getting there, but I'm always running late
I fell in love in Ashland
A November breeze blew through my hair and his cigarette burned like my longing
I used to imagine
Driftin' off in the bed we'd share then waking to pursue our callings
My dream came true, but it's been so different
Can we control anything at all
Or are we simply slaves to our own fate?
An endless fall down a rabbit hole
I might be getting there, but I'm always running late
I'm writing this in Ashland
As the summer sun gives way to clouds and raindrops fall on empty stages
Trying to imagine
A better place to rest my head and fill these blank wide open pages
My dreams will come true, but they'll be so different
I have a home to come to
When I need more distance
From it all
From it all
From it all
From it all
Can we control anything at all,
Or are we simply slaves to our own fate?
An endless fall down a rabbit hole
I might be getting there, but I'm always running late
I went to school in Ashland
Where the leaves in fall are like vibrant paints yeah
Where the leaves in fall are like vibrant paints and the landscape fits inside a frame
I used to imagine
Runnin' off to a distant place where nobody would know my name
My dream came true, but it's been so different
Can we control anything at all
Or are we simply slaves to our own fate?
An endless fall down a rabbit hole
I might be getting there, but I'm always running late
I fell in love in Ashland
A November breeze blew through my hair and his cigarette burned like my longing
I used to imagine
Driftin' off in the bed we'd share then waking to pursue our callings
My dream came true, but it's been so different
Can we control anything at all
Or are we simply slaves to our own fate?
An endless fall down a rabbit hole
I might be getting there, but I'm always running late
I'm writing this in Ashland
As the summer sun gives way to clouds and raindrops fall on empty stages
Trying to imagine
A better place to rest my head and fill these blank wide open pages
My dreams will come true, but they'll be so different
I have a home to come to
When I need more distance
From it all
From it all
From it all
From it all
Can we control anything at all,
Or are we simply slaves to our own fate?
An endless fall down a rabbit hole
I might be getting there, but I'm always running late
I went to school in Ashland
Where the leaves in fall are like vibrant paints yeah
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Writer(s): Alex Koleber
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