Stepping Stones

I remember
The hiding place
That we once shared
It’s a passage
Full of stepping stones
From where I stay
To where I lay

But weather changes ways
In our imagination things can change
I feel alone somedays
And your last letter read “I’m feeling strange”

We grew up, now
My old friend
And we came around
It’s like thunder
In the afternoon
When you beg for rain
Then you get your way

Cause weather changes ways
In our imagination things can change
I feel alone somedays
But your last letter read “she feels like home”
If she feels like home
Then we’re happy

Just don’t forget
who you once were
and that destinations
Start somewhere

Cause weather changes ways
In our imagination things can change
I need a brand new world
The one outside makes me feel insane