Maybe it’s the way it goes or

Maybe it’s my time

Winding up around the hill

Still feel my stomach dive

It’s blue all around

Darkness in the streets at night

It hides all your desires

Empty nest below the tree

Just dying to discover

Something new, since coming down

So few want to be found

Name, more than a word to my face

Raised in the days of continuous try

Even mistakes have a way of changing minds

Desperation took me as far as the eastern skyline

Maybe it’s the way it goes, maybe it was my time

To be true, be proud

So few want to be found