I’m coming back home for the Winter
And the border patrol said I should stick there for a while
It’s got my mind in a flood, and the light gets dimmer
As the world gets cold
So now I’m back in my room but it looks different
My sisters painted the walls & nothing’s in it anymore
But this is the place I found my spirit
So I know I’m home
I came to this world as the child of a dream giver
Trying to work it all out on my way to the Moon
When time runs me around, give my word to the grave diggers
I’m just passing through
Sometimes I wish that lived in the middle of nowhere
With a couple of dogs and a ranch on a farm
I don’t even like farming or early mornings
It just sounds calm
And I’d marry that girl I met in Texas
Then my grandma could hang around for the wedding
Now it’s starting to sound like a better ending
And that hits hard
I came to this world as the child of a dream giver
Trying to work it all out on my way to the Moon
When time runs me around, give my word to the grave diggers
I’m just passing through
There’s a million tangents I been twisting
They always lead to regret laced reminiscence in the end
Sometimes my mind feels like a prison
It just needs some Sun
So I’ll walk till the city meets the country
Till I’m the only one left in the world
Then I’ll write a few songs that go nowhere
Like this one
I came to this world as the child of a dream giver
Trying to work it all out on my way to the Moon
When time runs me around, give my word to the grave digger
I’m just passing through
