Places

Written by: Rich Robinson

Yes, it's creeping up upon you
Come on down to play the game
Leave the world you left behind you
Walk in places that you've never been

I feel like I did before
I hear a knocking at my door

You can never turn the clock back
To see what or wasn't up to me
Find yourself entwined with hope, dear
Or see if the water's closing on your head

I kneel below your shrine
I feel a burning in my eyes

To wade through the sand that is upon you
Or climb the rope that's wrapped around
All these questions will be answered
When the sheets are pulled from your bed

I feel like I did before
I hear a knocking at my door