Gone with the wind
Drifting away
Walking this earth
I'm Stuck in today
I'm sorry I hurt you
I'm begging you please
With you I plead
Momma I miss you
Keep doing your thing
When you are high
You'll never feel low
Forever your child
A product of love
I'm missing your sent
That shits in the air
Don't miss me to much
I'll always be there
I'm sorry I hurt you
I did let you down
I'm sorry I left you
But all of the things
Must return to the ground
All of the things
Must return to the ground
All of the things
Must return to the ground ya
We all run from our selfs
We all run from our hells
We all run from our selfs
We all run from our hells
Yeah