Texty: Break Away. Malaga. Grey Keys.

When I was just a young boy, just a lad upon your knee. I would ask the questions, and youd always answer me. Id ask you why is the sky blue, tell me who do I turn to. When its shattered and fallen, tell me who do I call then. Would it be you. When I was a young man, just the age of eighteen. I would ask the questions, you couldnt always answer me. Id ask you why are they so cold, and their backs turn as easily. The friends that I love so, have become my worst enemies. The home that I once knew, is now the ride to look forward to. So I smile and say, and I sing this melody the whole way. I know that life is just a game and everybodys keeping score. I thought I made my way the best I can, I can ask for nothing more. I thought Id learned a thing or two in this world, how could I be sure. Im sorry Ive not been myself these days. I never felt like this before. These past few months have been such hell. Walking this tight line, I spent my whole life, preparing for the end. Ive spent my whole life, wishing for the end