I don’t know where I’m not sure where I am
A little familiar, but nothing matches up except the sound
I hear the sound of a feeling from years lost
Five at least, minus the forgotten
How could anyone end up here?
Paths were crossed plus the time lost
and found with a memory left behind last time around
If I knew what to do, I could leave this place
If I remember to leave, can I return?
If I want to stay, does it matter who is there?
Like an older child who aged to a younger man
who loves to fly and hates to land
Whether water or the sand, either way, still a man
Every day lost again from the dark of night into the rain
Either way still a man…When can I leave this place?