everywhere i go

7

some days i have to drown me out, some days i cannot speak

some days i have to lie to me, i'm evil and i'm weak

somebody loved me when i crowned, 

retreated when i grew,

and kept me dark and quiet til my heart was split in two.

i love the breeze and mountains and trees and birds and sand and sea, 

and when i've been away too long, the waves come after me

i know i was a baby once,

i know i was a child;

i also know that now i have not been one for awhile.

some days i have to chase myself, some days i cannot move

some days i sit and sort the sand, if the waves don't disapprove

when i was young i ran away,

was back before i left,

i asked the sea to pray for me, i'm wicked and i'm blessed.

i'd set out toward the mountains, for a secret in my mind

but i couldn't see, since vanishing dreams had left me bright and blind

when i came home i was alone,

but no more than before,

i listened to the birds and breeze and waves against the shore.

and when my mother asked me what i'd gone and done it for

i told her that i really can't remember anymore

i guess i didn't understand what i then should have known:

that i will always be there,

no matter where i go.