cooped up like a cloud of cold rain
packed up in  store for the harvest
waiting for the motherland

washed up like a shore of old stones,
keeping rolling's the hardest
place that i have ever been

when back to my start letting go of the hurry
worry doesn't understand
let the love fill your heart
you don't need a prophet ask and you will learn
let the stars align and you will burn

brighter

locked out gotta a door with no frame
just waiting for someone to answer
and tell mw how to land

feels like i've got a knife with no blade
cant open up for a chancer
but now i think i understand

went back to my heart letting go of the worry
hurry doesn't have a plan


I tell you man
find the time, to drop the maybe