Wichita

I heard a story about a young boy and illusion

Taking off his pride for what lays in store

They keep saying, "that he'll be forgotten

To love this life leaves you wanting more"

But to know the way is not in vain

I can feel you say don't you slip away

In the morning there's a cool wind breeze about you

But it hides at night tethered to your core

There's something greater about the way you always see it

And to trust yourself when they come in fours