Where I Used To Be

These are the roots I used to pull

Thinking that they’d hold me down from seeds I’ve yet to sew

Those were the days that moved so slow

Now you wake up to find you’re irrelevant and old

Oh why does it always seem

Where I long to end up

Is where I used to be

Why does it always seem

Where I long to end up

Is where I used to be

These are the strings I learned to play

Confessions of a naive heart only my fingertips could say

In my bedroom, it was the stage

Playing shows for Jewel most every night

The only one that knew my pain

Oh why does it always seem

Where I long to end up

Is where I used to be

Why does it always seem

Where I long to end up

Is where I used to be

These are the thoughts that crowd my mind

Late at night when I’m tired sippin’ on a glass of wine

And find escape in video games

I may have gotten older but I sure as hell aint changed

Guess that’s why it always seems

Where I long to end up, is where I used to be

A scrapbook of young novelties

Where I long to end up is where I used to be