Thought I knew my mind like the back of my hand, the gold and the rainbow, but nothing panned out as I planned. And they say only milk and honey's gonna make your soul satisfied! Well I better learn how to swim, cause the crossing is chilly and wide.
Twisted guardrail on the highway, broken glass on the cement. A ghost of someone's tragedy. How recklessly my time has been spent. And they say that it's never too late, but you don't get any younger! Well I better learn how to starve the emptiness and feed the hunger.