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I Just Had To See The World
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A Traveler's Experience Hardened thorny stems wind their way through an old chipped wooden fence
Whose cream paint lay more upon the soil then across it's tattered frame
There's a house behind it, through the browned weeds one can make out the top step
Between remnants of the porch and gate, it's easy to figure where the path once was
But that was many years ago, i suppose
Where i would run to your door
And where you have gone, who knows
I always thought i'd find you here
I just had to see the world
Life and its seasons tend to wind their way through the holes in o'r fast lives
Whose white paint layers cover the present truth of o'r tattered frames
There's a house behind it, when the browned weeds come you'll make out the mem'ries
Between remnants of the porch and gate, it's easy to figure where the path had belonged
But that was many years ago, i suppose
Where i would run to your door
And where you have gone, who knows
I always thought i'd find you here
I just had to see the world
I traveled, yes i traveled
My suitcase has more weight from its tags then it's contents
And every ship sails off course, so i've heard
Some ships never get back to port
And when some ships return home, it's been so long
Everything they've loved is gone
ALong the way they found what they were searching for inside
But couldn't find it all around them again(/like before)
Yea that was many years ago, i suppose
Where i would run to your door
And where you have gone, who knows
I always thought i'd find you here
I always thought i'd find you here
As i walk through the fallen down door
There's a paper on the table in your room
May have been a note for me
But the writing has faded beyond reading
Beyond my imagination
