My my, would you look at the sky
A Kerouac red afternoon goes by
Over the east, I see my youth
Out in the west, it's brand new
Time goes by too slow at night
So I go to you
I slip under a blanket of nostalgia
I can feel the warmth of a fire
I remember the sound of a choir
It wraps me up so tight I cannot breathe
Now I just want to live in memories
Some days, I'm a bird in a cage
Trapped by thoughts and fears and too much pain
One day, the door will open but I won't move
This is what I know and it'll do
So, I slip under a blanket of nostalgia
And I can feel the warmth of a fire
I remember the sound of a choir
It wraps me up so tight I cannot breathe
Now I just want to live in memories
Time goes by too slow at night
So I go to you