Every morning I search for the sun
You can't dream all the places I go
If my future belongs to no one
You should see all the chances I blow
Making sense can become a clichÈ
When you don't understand me
Don't go looking for places I go
Cause you'll never find me
If I could I would break this wall
Find a way to make that call
Then you'd find me, find me
This idea that life can be fair
Makes my past feel so narrow
If I could just go back and repair
I'd revert my first errors;
all the barriers would suddenly fall
And the world would became very small
Then you'd find me, find me
This idea that life can be fair
Makes my past feel so narrow
If I could just go back and repair
I'd revert my first errors; all the barriers would suddenly fall
And the world would became very small
Then you'd find me, find me