I walked across an empty land.
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand.
I felt the earth beneath my feet.
Sat by the river and it made me complete.
Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you're gonna let me in.
I'm getting tired and I need something to begin.
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me.
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place I've been dreaming of?