Testo Over Thunk

It's gonna be a while

'till I find my why home,

no time to reconcile or for

me to be shown any other way
than that of my own.



Sure I'd love to stay

but there's along way to go.

Could it be the way the clouds

come into shapes of things all

to familiar to me and as the rain

comes down I get hit in the eye
as if someone's trying to tell me

something.



It's been a long time coming

since I've been running from the

places of my past. Will I ever be

able to understand how the past

has affected where I am now...

but then I grind my wheels down

to a hault to look up at the sky

and realize that I'm thinking too much.