All over
I feel and pull for
The reason why
Planted roots
Never bound a leaf from
Flying to its demise
I guess I'd want to feel it, too
Floating through a whole different view
But when it's over, hey, it's over
'Til the sun comes again
When tomorrow pulls your sleeve to go
To where you think you belong
Just set your eyes blind, east to the skyline
And you walk it into the sun
Of all the things
The things I've let go
The things I've slipped through
Well, I forgot a lot of pretty things
And some bad ones, too
