Story To Story

I’m not really here
My mind’s been drifting
Off to you where you’ve been
What you dropped in your teens

For real, mine is a matter of fame
I give and cave in
I shelter from rain
I assemble my powers I give in

From story to story
From sorrow to plenty
From story to story
From sorrow to plenty

I’m not really off of you
I have been restless
At this new year I’ll find my way
To a sincerer place

To fare, on an ocean of green
In a field full of rain
I’ll gather my things
I assemble my powers to give in

From story to story
From sorrow to plenty
Out were your lost is
From story to story
From sorrow to plenty
Out were your lost is
Out were your lost is