my days they are the highway kind they only come to leave but the leaving i don t mind it s the coming that i crave pour the sun upon the ground stand to throw a shadow watch it grow into the night and fill the spinning sky time among the pine trees it felt like breath of air usually i just walk these streets and tell myself to care sometimes i believe me sometimes i don t hear sometimes the shape i m in won t let me go i don t know too much for truth but my heart knows how to pound my legs know how to love someone my voice knows how to sound it s a shame that it s not enough it s a shame that it is a shame follow the circle down where would you be you re the only one i want i ve never heard your name let s hope we meet someday if we don t it s all the same and i ll meet the ones between us and be thinking about you and all the places i have seen and why you were not there