Drive Us Home:

Riding carousels, everything seems so fine to me

Until I find as I dismount, I am in a place I’ve always been.

With greater hopes I climbed this steed only to find an older me.

I remember when we were young, 

We would make ourselves a Sun

To shine on skies of cotton blue

And save figurines of greenish hues.

Riding carrousels, everything seems so fine to me

Until I find as I dismount, I am in a place I’ve always been.

With greater hopes I climbed this steed only to find an older me.

I remember when we were young, 

We would make ourselves a Sun

To shine on skies of cotton blue

And save figurines of greenish hues.

If I was a young man (but I’m still a young man),

If I was a young man, I would drive us home.

I remember when we were young, 

We would make ourselves a Sun

To shine on skies of cotton blue

And save figurines of greenish hues.