Woods

I walked back through my years my fingers where numb
From holding to tight when the carolls where sung
The first verse where joyful the second so warm
But the chorous came ruthless and ended the song
So with 25 questions I continued to stroll
Trying to find a sweet home for this old heart of mine

I´m chasing a dream yeah
I´m beyond all help
I´m more strange than most
But that do not sell

I´ve climbed the two mountains
But stepped on myself
Not trying to get some
Just trying to help
Life is not as fun as it used to be
In fact it isn´t fun at all

I once met an old man he was as bright as the sun
I asked for a reason but he couldn´t give me one
He said; "The roads that you choose this fine spring day
Will decide what you will get at the end of the day"
So I walked through the woods with my heart in my hand
Trying to find a sweet home for this old friend of mine