This is how I spent my youth:
Staring at the ground
And sometimes up at the sky
Through feigned New England trees
That seemed as grand as these
Wide-eyed wide eyes
This is where my heart begins
Western sun has all but gone
Down behind the mountain
In our town we walk around
So quiet I can hear
Our words etched in the air
Clean lines will clean lines
This is where my heart begins to mend
Some things lost
Some things gained
Each time you go
Each time you change
It has to be a choice you make
A baby cries a cardinal call
Wings upon the air
Piano rill, a childhood song
A boy as young as spring
Ever lingering
Staring at the ground
And sometimes up at the sky
Through feigned New England trees
That seemed as grand as these
Wide-eyed wide eyes
This is where my heart begins
Western sun has all but gone
Down behind the mountain
In our town we walk around
So quiet I can hear
Our words etched in the air
Clean lines will clean lines
This is where my heart begins to mend
Some things lost
Some things gained
Each time you go
Each time you change
It has to be a choice you make
A baby cries a cardinal call
Wings upon the air
Piano rill, a childhood song
A boy as young as spring
Ever lingering
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