I'm living in my head Living in my head I'm burning up alone And a million miles away A million miles away I'm tryna make in home I hear the echoes sing I hear the echoes sing It's darkest near the dawn But even in this dark Even in this dark A bird is made for song I'm tilting at the mills Tilting at the mills I'm dropping out of phase I've come to wake the dead Come to wake the dead Before the spirits fade I feel the earthen pull I feel the earthen pull But it's not where I belong The sun is made to shine The sun is made to shine And a bird is made for song I've hit my clip On a trip As the crow flies Heaven knows I'm alone But I don't mind I'll be home To atone For the long days Soon enough my love While I'm gone Sing a song To the night sky Mind the thieves When you sleep Keep your eyes wide I'll be home To atone For shortfall Any day my love When I was younger I'd sit underneath the thunderclouds Feel the water hit my skin and then I'd wonder how They dropped their proffer but it offers little comfort now I've checked my heading I am destine for the underground Now that I'm older I've been shouldered with an albatross For auld lang syne, I knew in time our paths were bound to cross Nobody makes it to the end of life without a loss You've gotta keep an even keel or you'll be found awash