7/8/2010

guess I’m not the first young blood to find
it gets harder to sleep at night
when you forget the weight that sat
on the edge of the bed in the morning
when you forget the weight that laid
by your side until sunrise

guess I’m not the first young blood to see
there’s a greener tint to everything
when you used to see the world with two sets
of effervescent eyes
walking the streets with harmonious feet
and swinging interlaced fingers and hands

guess I’m not the first young blood to get
to push themselves to somehow forget
that feeling of waking with a goal in mind
that burning in the morning to make a life
to get that home, that family, that wife
to make something of themselves

guess I’m still the same young blood
searching for a reason to believe
there’s more to this town
to the people around
to the jobs that I work
to that feelin’ of hurt
to driving and walking and bein’
here
where I’m always somewhere
other in my mind
maybe I’m just trying to find
that place to call my home
thought I’d found it in you
and now this young blood don’t know
this young blood just don’t know