Time keeps pushing onward
it don't care how you feel or what you're going through
you can't count on a thing in this world
cause something changes for everything you do
four years later you aint got a home, you aint got a home to come home to
it's not where i'm from it's where i'm goin
and i'm not quite sure if i ever belongs
now i watch this river keep on flowin
and the only place i called my own is gone
the tree and the rope swing are a grocery store
and every time i turn my back it seems as if they're building more
the simple folk got rich and famous
and did everything they could to change this town
now i'm not around
cause it's not where i'm from it's where i'm goin
and i'm not quite sure if i ever belongs
now i watch this river keep on flowin
and the only place i called my own is gone
and while the city sleeps
i feel the sand beneath my feet
and i remember why it's hard for me
i remember why it's hard to leave
it's not where i'm from it's where i'm goin
and i'm not quite sure if i ever belongs
now i watch this river keep on flowin
and the only place i called my own is gone
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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