Spirit Reboot

Snow capped mountains on a grey horizon

Dry winds whisper while we sit in silence

Do you ever think of what we could have been you asked

Not our romance, I'm mean the privilege

Of growing up on fortunes as a kid

To be secure in taking risk

Not deciding on the bill we've got to miss for Christmas gifts

What a life I guess, no sacrifices just trips

Those same kids grow up into adults that sleep in cribs

Grab my hand and then explain that we adapt to our environments

Doesn't matter where your grass is better water it

Stagnant water in the boot always breed blood suckers