We're going fast now
Leaving ideal minds
Flying out leave this town behind
I cant'...can I?
We're shifting gears
were packing bags
Letting go of what we had
But its ripping away and I wanna go back
I cant see where I am
Please lord take my hand
The sun is too bright
And my mornings are bleak
I'm losing the light
and my mind it will seek
For your help.