My days, they are the highway kind 
They [bad word] to leave 
But the leavin' I don't mind 
It's [bad word] #39; that I crave. 
Pour the sun upon the ground 
Stand to throw a shadow 
Watch it grow into a night 
And fill the spinnin' sky. 

Time among the pine trees 
It felt like breath of air 
Usually I just walk these streets 
And tell myself to care. 
Sometimes I believe me 
And sometimes I don't hear. 
Sometimes the shape I'm in 
Won't let me go. 

Well, I don't know too much for [bad word] 
But my heart knows how to pound 
My legs know how to love someone 
My voice knows how to sound. 
Shame that it's not enough 
Shame that it is a shame. 
Follow the circle down 
Where would you be? 

You're the only one I want now 
I never heard your name. 
Let's hope we meet some day 
If we don't it's all the same. 
I'll meet the ones between us, 
And be thinkin' 'bout you 
And all the places I have seen 
And why you where not there.