Roaming and living somewhere else,
Not here, not now, I only seem to be.
Don't listen to what my heart tells
Because my heart nobdy can see.
I smile, knowing everything will be great,
I will be great as well.
My type of trade
Is buying anything possible to sell.
Do you remember me avoiding your face?
I grew up, being sure to proudly stand.
For your goodness my soul prays,
Realizing we have come to the end.