At The Bay

Sometimes I fantasize 'bout leaving everything I know behind

Go and find a place down at the bay with no sorrow on my mind

Then the fear takes over, losing everything I need to hold

And then not finding what went missing

Sometimes I irritate even myself by how far I would go

In the restlessness of my feet I'd go big, I'd find a home

Is there a ghost of me still living here, can I even come back

Am I supposed to come home ? Am I supposed to go?

'Cause past will be past and dream will be dream

I couldn't change anything about it now

Nothing remains the same, it won't come again