To ever retake our turn
At youth exhausted on the young,
Where every word is expressible
Until you write it down and so ensnare in thought.
Although I'm still described
In terms of what I choose to buy
And the things I'm bought,
We meander as rivers run their course;
Ever onward and severed from our source.
Over an ocean wide,
Devotion ebbing on the tide.
I cannot cope.
I cannot cope.
In memory of boyhood past
(Four seasons and a broken heart),
So faraway and inaccessible
From a modern world that couldn't care at all.
Do you know who's on your side?
A home is where the heart resides,
For better or worse.
We meander as rivers run their course;
E'er to wander the village of our birth.
Over an ocean wide,
Devotion ebbing on the tide.
I cannot cope.
I cannot cope.
I cannot cope.
Meander...