I need to feel the wind at my back And see the lights of this town in my rear view mirror. I'm tired of walking the streets And trying to find reasons to live. And the odds of this life Are to high in this game that I'm playing. It's time to slow down and find me my home And start living my life without you.
Cause here, I'm wasting away in this riptide of insincerities. And here, I feel my last breath of life slip away. And here I just can't find reason or Meaning And it's here that has finally made turn And walk this walk away..
There's a time in your life When you must admit when you lose. I gave you my best You gave me back this gift Of singing and writing about the blues. And the odds of this life are much to high in this game We are playing.
I need to slow down. And find me my home . And start living life without you.
Cause here, I'm wasting away in this riptide of insincerities. And here, I feel my last breath of life slip away. And here I just can't find reason or Meaning And it's here that has finally made turn And walk this walk away..
