we swelter but look north the sand in my shoes reminds 
(going home can be so hard) of those days when the dance 
of innocence  had a predictable rhythm  yeah it was rough 
but i still want it back yeah it was rough but i still 
want it back this is our space our past we can't fake 
what state we are in the place we begin but i realize 
your future i can't touch winds which blow us out fires 
we can't put out it's a wonder why i miss this place so 
much i must not remain stagnant i must move on but i can 
still remember you