Wandering

Sometimes I think that I'm on the right track

But I keep coming back to the same place

The same place where I started

Sometimes you'll think there's a smile on my face

But it can't take the place of a free heart

A me heart that I've read of

I can hear memories singing through night and through day

But what good are memories? They just seem to get in the way

They get in the way

When it's November, I'll think of July

Where the sunshine will fly through a warm sky

A warm sky where I'll wander

When it's November, I'll think of July

Where the sunshine will fly through a warm sky

A warm sky where I'll wander