Picking boxes again
But they look all the same
There's an age behind me, a pocket of memories
But I have to keep moving, the road is waiting
My mind flashes with lightning
An old ache to my feet
And my heart is racing in another direction
But I have to keep moving, it's just a distraction
So lock your door behind me
I have to move
It's not by choice, it's only time
I did all of this before
You can't count the sores
Only thing harder than my feet is my heart
Try to remember each face
I want to keep every place
Some things you give away, like a song that played
Somewhere in time on my daddy's radio
Something about, a boy and a girl
A better, a better today
Or no tomorrow
Or maybe something about past mistakes, milkshakes
And bouncing rocks on some southern distant shore, some more girls, some more guys
I don't know, I don't, I don't even remember
So lock your door behind me
I have to move
It's not by choice, it's only time
I did all of this before
You can't count the sores
Only thing harder than my feet is my heart
So lock your door behind me
I have to move
It's not by choice, it's only time
I did all of this before
You can't count the sores
Only thing harder than my feet is my heart