Tekster: Carbon Leaf. Directional.

View, a different view
I'm quite through
Think I'll go outside and run around
'Til I fall down

But my feet are bound
But I look around me
Tall shadows whisper
What I used to be

I know, hear it every day
I'd like to run a little further
I'll find my way you, a different you
Directions skewed

Your skills aren't
What they used to be
It's not the same
(But it's new terrain)
But it looks the same

When I was a boy getting lost was such a joy
I know, hear it everyday
I have a compass
The map should show my way