Daydreaming
I was grass stained knees and sunburned cheeks
I was muddied up shoes I was daydreaming
But it didn't take them long to take my strength
I put my head down and I joined their play
I was skipping class I was high with friends
I was planning a future I hoped would end
But they found me again when I was in my prime
Sooner or later we all run out of time
Everywhere is east of somewhere
And everyone dreams of going west
It's musical chairs of destination
Somehow I'm always the one that's left
I was riding like a shotgun down some old dirt road
I was a night trip in summer I would never grow old
'Till I saw them in the rearview objects always near
I'm a ghostly echo of my fathers fears
I was choosing to buy in I was dressing up
I was doing what you do when you fall in love
But forty years gone I hope I won't survive
What sick kind of game is this fucking life
Everywhere is east of somewhere
And everyone dreams of going west
It's musical chairs of destination
Somehow I'm always the one that's left
But if I head east do you think I could catch up
To the world and the dead that haunt my mind
Or would I set sail towards just a memory
And once more yet again be left behind
Let my lack of a voice be heard
I was grass stained knees and sunburned cheeks
I was muddied up shoes I was daydreaming
But it didn't take me long to take my own strength
I held my head high and I joined their grave
I was muddied up shoes I was daydreaming
But it didn't take them long to take my strength
I put my head down and I joined their play
I was skipping class I was high with friends
I was planning a future I hoped would end
But they found me again when I was in my prime
Sooner or later we all run out of time
Everywhere is east of somewhere
And everyone dreams of going west
It's musical chairs of destination
Somehow I'm always the one that's left
I was riding like a shotgun down some old dirt road
I was a night trip in summer I would never grow old
'Till I saw them in the rearview objects always near
I'm a ghostly echo of my fathers fears
I was choosing to buy in I was dressing up
I was doing what you do when you fall in love
But forty years gone I hope I won't survive
What sick kind of game is this fucking life
Everywhere is east of somewhere
And everyone dreams of going west
It's musical chairs of destination
Somehow I'm always the one that's left
But if I head east do you think I could catch up
To the world and the dead that haunt my mind
Or would I set sail towards just a memory
And once more yet again be left behind
Let my lack of a voice be heard
I was grass stained knees and sunburned cheeks
I was muddied up shoes I was daydreaming
But it didn't take me long to take my own strength
I held my head high and I joined their grave
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Writer(s): Jared Pennock
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