City lights on the board
Rows of white planes
Combed back hair
Leavers everywhere

Kept looking for that rain of sadness in me
Should I move here

But all that I could find
Was being thankful that I was here
However short or long
However short or long I was here

It’s always 4am
Highest ceiling lights
Tiled floor
Traveling to a show

Kept looking for that wake of sadness in me
Should I move here

But all that I could find
Was being thankful that I was here
However short or long
However short or long I was here

City lights on the board
Rows of white planes
Combed back hair
Leavers everywhere

Kept looking for the name of sadness
Should I move here

But all that I could find
Was being thankful that I was here
However short or long
However short or long I was here

Mother and son playing hand games