I can smell the last three days spent sitting in the seanthese past few million miles have been a trial on menstate to state and date to date my fate has brought me herenand I'm long gone, lost, and lonely nlooking downnnpassion got the best of mennow I'm coming cleannthe life that we believe we livenis far too much a dreamnand it's all about as real as the horizonnand it's chasing me awaynleave behind the pain that trailed somewhere far awaynI can feel like I belong and I belonged therenndrop my bags in 214 ncollapse onto the mattressnpeacefully surrendernto the gravity that grabs menclose my eyes for twenty minutesnthe alarm goes offnit wakes up nto entertain the empty bar in townnnlooking for the best in menliving in betweennif anyone could set me freenit'd have to be a dreamncause it's all about as true as the illusionnand it's chasing me awaynI leave behind the pain that trails somewhere far awaynand I can feel like I belong and I belonged therenI want to feel like I belong and I belonged therenI need to feel like I belong and I belonged therenbelong...