And I build up words, time, and hunger.
And I think of words, time, and hunger.
When I wake up all I see are passers,
(I gotta nice seat to the next show. I got sweat and wind and I’m thinking...)
So I sit up, not to miss the passer.
(...That I’m gonna get back home to this again.)
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Waiting for tomorrow. I’m far from empty.
Waiting for today. So I’ll continue...
(I’ve gotta a wrap my things up...)
...With a song in my own head, drive in my own heart, tools in my own hands.
(...All the things that you remind me of.)

And I build up scars, miles, and memories.
And I think of scars, miles, and memories.
When we pull up, all I feel is freedom,
(This is it and I’m not afraid to spread my wings and take this as home)
So I get up just to feel the freedom.
(Never killing this feeling of living truth.)

I’m not alone when I sing the songs that me and the boys bring.
I’m not alone.