Guincho, Portugal
12/2006

This town is colder now,
I think it’s sick of us
It’s time to make our move,
I’m shakin off the rust
I’ve got my heart set,
On anywhere but here
I’m staring down myself,
Counting up the years
Steady hands, just take the wheel…
And every glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal…
For the life I lead

Stop and stare
I think I’m moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I’ve become what I can’t be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you’re here, not there
And you’d give anything to get what’s fair
But fair ain’t what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see

They’re tryin to come back,
All my senses push
Un-tie the weight bags,
I never thought I could…
Steady feet, don’t fail me now
Gonna run till you can’t walk
But something pulls my focus out
And I’m standing down…

By One Republic