passing hours, same old pictures crowding all my day
take my lesson in every second but I will never learn

cuz every time I try to look back
try to find what went so wrong
cuz I don’t wanna turn my face
from every whining faces in my world

I’m going away from this parade
I’m closing my book before it’s late
before I growing down and die
I know I’m gonna long for home
songbird I’ll be back someday until the sun no
longer burns, until the cold no longer bites

starting back at my fading picture
and the place I used to brag
my lips are smiling but tears keep
falling I shouldn’t stay too long