It's gonna be a while    'till I find my why home,   no time to reconcile or for   me to be shown any other way    than that of my own.       Sure I'd love to stay   but there's along way to go.    Could it be the way the clouds    come into shapes of things all    to familiar to me and as the rain    comes down I get hit in the eye   as if someone's trying to tell me    something.       It's been a long time coming    since I've been running from the    places of my past. Will I ever be   able to understand how the past   has affected where I am now...   but then I grind my wheels down   to a hault to look up at the sky    and realize that I'm thinking too much.