Driving into town after good days
Was I really all the time in this place
Everyone I know is not here
Everyone is gone and has disappeared
Steadily the rain falls down
But I stick to the thought this is my town
Everyone I know so far from here
But I am in a good place to steer clear
I am in a good place to steer clear
In a good place to see clear
Everyone goes gunning for the good old habit
Just don't look at me 'cause I won't take it
I'd be rather painting on these empty papers
There's no need to cry I just don't fit in
Everyone I know is not here
I think that's why I disappear
I was made to move around
It's a blessing and a curse to be drawn by sound
Everyone goes gunning for the good old habit
Just don't look at me 'cause I won't take it
I'd be rather painting on these empty papers
There's no need to cry I just don't fit in
Everyone goes gunning for the good old habit
Just don't look at me 'cause I won't take it
I'd be rather painting on these empty papers
There's no need to cry I just don't fit in