Well I was out for a walk

Somewhere that I can't be found

Like a forest, but one that's only in my mind

Built of memories only you and I have shared.

And I have come to accept

My past is more clay than stone

And I can shape it into nicer forms

Ones where you and I were better than we were.

And all I see is that empty land

And the long-gone street full of long-gone plans

But I turn my head up and I watch the changing sky

And I leave the ground then and I finally understand why

I couldn't see it

That the street was not a street

It's just a circle meant to keep you where you are.

I'm back in my spot

The one where I can't be found

Wrapped in stories

The ones where we were good

And our dreams were more than ways to pass the time.