Lyrics

Stuck in a college town with no escaping.
I looked around and round through the weekend,
placing bets on the day that you left.
(I didn’t know back then.)

Where is the solid ground to rely on?
I know I walked it once so I'm trying to
recollect with a wooden Circle
a string of promises

(What is the light trapped inside the night
taking all my dreams like the clouds from the sky?)

Dissecting time to find out a reason
for what a minute means without seconds.
Or what's a year if it never passes?

I contemplate the crazed resurrection.
If this life ain't right I'll wait for the next one—
in a series of Second Chances all bundled up in one.

(What is the light trapped inside the night
taking all my dreams like the clouds from the sky?)

Whatever you want, whatever you need,
whatever is true, whatever is free,
whatever is commonplace.