where are the times that come and go
the season's passed but nothing's grown
you force my hand to turn the page
the words the same, no feelings change
inside your head at night
contemplating everything you've known
you stop to catch your breath
but how hasn't this old home killed you yet
the season's passed but nothing's grown
you force my hand to turn the page
the words the same, no feelings change
inside your head at night
contemplating everything you've known
you stop to catch your breath
but how hasn't this old home killed you yet