Texty: Go Rydell. The Golden Age. A Little Too Raph.

The road is winding down
And the dirt from underneath my shoes
Is leaving traces of
The way I used to be
And how there were times when the sun
Choked me dry
But now I can breath
And it seems so clear to me
Now there is nothing to confine me
I am living like I was ten years younger
So if there are no bridges
Ill just walk on water
I am breaking through this padlocks and shackles
Onto the other side
Where I see myself
With my hands raised up
And I feel free for once in my life