das man told me would be something the world wide open in your hand you got to understand i take the long way around sometimes coasting cold breeze whistle the bike rack headington late night it feels like so long ago know i d go back if i could sometimes it seems that life has already peaked and now its twenty three burdened by the wait of routine routinely worried where the worry will lead or where its leaving me sunlit lanes lit face is keeping me awake bask in rays in case the past wont give and take who could forget trekking through tom quad who could forget trekking through tom quad 