I look down at my hands and they’re calloused and they’re bland
From the battles that I’ve fought and the nights we’ve talked and talked
The light each morning creates makes our promises seem so insane
So I have to write, I have to write
I write

I wore a path walking in circles around all your memories
A carousel inside my mind, it makes such a pretty picture going round and round
Until my feet are lifted from solid ground
And I’m lost inside the night sky, I’m lost inside
Lost inside

And you’ll write a million songs
Not one of them will be for me
But oh, oh, oh all the places you’ll go, go, go
Go away

So I’ll keep working on the problems that I know I’ll never solve
Because my life was only ever just a fraction of your whole
It makes me rain my tears, your pain
But we’ve got to grow, we’ve got to grow
We grow

And you’ll write a million songs
Not one of them will be for me
But oh, oh, oh all the places you’ll go, go, go
Go away

Don’t worry boy, I’ve got your back and all that you have is what I lack
But when you get lost just remember I’ll be right here
I’ll compose myself but ‘til then I’ll just compose a poem for you
A line, a verse
A wish, a curse
For you (just for you)

And you’ll write a million songs
Not one of them will be for me
But oh, oh, oh the places you’ll go, go, go
Go away

And you wrote a million songs
Not one of them was meant for me
But oh, oh, oh, all the places you’ll go, go, go
Because you’ve gone away