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© BrotherSinArm
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Lonely in this town, everything seems so strange,
waiting for things to happen, waiting for a change,
Feeling something is missing, I will be aware,
miss the trees und mountains, and the people living there.
Walking down the street,
hoping for better days,
a lost soul in need,
looking for better ways.
Feeling bad being here, want to start over,
love the people there, time to be a rover,
I see the church up, upon the forest,
I love this place, I am honest.
Lost in my thoughts, my childhood memories,
roaming thru the past, remembered oddities,
Seen with misty eyes, youth is gone, time flies,
but mates are still there, worth beyond price.
Walking down the street,
hoping for better days,
a lost soul in need,
looking for better ways.
Feeling bad being here, want to start over,
love the people there, time to be a rover,
I see the church up, upon the forest,
I love this place, I am honest.
Arriving at the glorified place, many things have changed these days,
childhood friends are past their prime, everyone is a victim of time,
But hidden behind the crinkles, in their eyes knowing twinkle,
want to stay here forever, shared adventures keep us together.
Feeling good being here, kick off my hiking boots,
love the people there, time to put down roots,
I see the church up, upon the forest,
I love this place, I am honest.