I guess I never really set sail
Never gathered my possessions in a knapsack and tossed it over my shoulder
I guess I've never really let go
Of all this crazy world
I've been searching for an echo
A sound that hits my ears like raindrops on a Saturday morning
But I'm a forest in a meadow
In all this crazy world
Please don't show me pictures
Of the man I used to be
'Cause those days are just my fiction
Beautiful con artistry
I've never lived my life in pretend
I've never made my decisions like a portrait in an art museum
I'm too concerned with the reaction
Of all this crazy world
Please don't show me pictures
Of that man I used to be
'Cause those days are just my fiction
My beautiful con artistry
I guess I never really set sail
Never gathered my possessions in a knapsack and tossed it over my shoulder
I guess I've never really let go
Of all this crazy world