when I was twenty

I took the road to the end of the highway
I thought it was my way
To get back home

I counted people like the miles on my feet
I fell to the concrete
And broke my bones

Yeah

Yeah, this is the shape of what's to come
Yeah, this is the shape of what's to come

I found a home within the halls of the tall trees
Surrounded by oak leaves
I'm not alone
I wonder what I might could travel and tell me
When I was twenty
And on the road

Yeah, this is the shape of what's to come
Yeah, this is the shape of what's to come



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Miller
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