City lights; sober eyes
Wasting my time the way I wasted all my life
It’s alright, it’s alright

Mother’s eyes; father ties
Squandering trust the way I risk it climbing so high
It’s alright, it’s alright

Dreary nights in Mountain Time
Inspire a change in the cloth of city and sky

I hit the floor
Anxiety exaggerates once mitigated pain
From trying to soar
God, I got it wrong
Nostalgia just commemorates
The faulty paths and turns I tend to take
I charted up a course
Waked further from the beaten path
Missing who I was a day before
God, I lost the will to try
To be who I was before

Mountain highs; bloodshot eyes
Vague introspection where city meets sky
It’s alright, it’s alright