We don't rely on "There's nowhere to go" We realize that the soul grows We just deny that the truth is untold No one to rally us both I don't know why they don't wanna transform Taking the long road home Doesn't the sky look like maps to our house? Doesn't the sea look so empty? Even my dreams kissed in digital gloss It's my reality I don't know why they don't wanna transform Taking the long road home Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Oh, oh, oh I don't know why they don't wanna transform Taking the long way home Alone I don't know why they don't wanna I don't know why they don't wanna I don't know why they don't wanna I don't know why they don't wanna transform

You've walked the long road and you've worn it well You stitched yourself up when you fell Keep your memories in jars, Carry secrets in scars Beneath your shell You've seen some good days and some bad ones too. You weave through fashion and trend. You've seen a sun rise on an ocean blue, You've seen it set for the dearest of friends You found faith but you chose to doubt it You found love but you left without it And now you don't want to talk about it You travelled down through foreign lands Touched mountain tops and golden sand Seen pyramids and temples made of stone Keep seashells in a cashmere scarf A treasured book of photographs In every single one you stand alone You've seen Vienna and the Berlin wall As you watched the decades fall The letters that you wrote never made it home Your birthdays flew past like June With Christmas days in hotel rooms And new years eve with people you don't know You built friendships but they sailed without you You never meant it and that's why they doubt you Now they don't ever talk about you Now you're older than you used to be The mirror weaves a tapestry Of lines that dance and shimmer 'round your eyes As you stare back at a man, forever holding out his hand As if the answer's going to fall out of the sky But the penny never dropped And no man has ever stopped time flying by

We don't rely on "There's nowhere to go" We realize that the soul grows We just deny that the truth is untold No one to rally us forth I don't know why I don't wanna transform Taking the long road home Doesn't the sky look like maps to our house? Doesn't the sea look so empty? Even my dreams kissed in digital gloss It's my reality I don't know why I don't wanna transform Taking the long road home I don't know why I don't wanna transform Taking the long way home Alone I don't I don't know why I don't wanna I don't know why I don't wanna I don't know why I don't wanna I don't know why I don't wanna transform

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