Well I was out for a walk
Somewhere that I can't be found
Like a forest, but one that's only in my mind
Built of memories only you and I have shared
(Right here I think some drums can come in)

And I have come to accept
My past is more clay than stone
And I can shape it into nicer forms
One where you and I were better than we were

And all I see is that empty land
And the long-gone street full of long-gone plans
But I turn my head up and I watch the changing sky
And I leave the ground then, and I finally understand why
I couldn't see it
That the street was not a street
It's just a circle meant to keep you where you are

I'm back in my spot
The one where I can't be found
Wrapped in stories, the ones where we were good
And our dreams were more than ways to pass the time