BEEN GONE A LONG TIME I KIND OF LOST MY WAY CAN'T FIND IT AND I CAUGHT A SHORT RIDE TO THE GRAVE AND BACK THIS SEASON I CAN TRY TO GET BY, BUT EVERY TIME I START TO PANIC I'M A LITTLE BIT SHY, A BIT STRANGE, AND A LITTLE BIT MANIC I WENT TO A WISHING WELL AND SANK TO THE OCEAN FLOOR CUT ON THE SHARPENED ROCKS AND WASHED UP ALONG THE SHORE I REACHED FOR A SHOOTING STAR IT BURNED A HOLE THROUGH MY HAND IT MADE ITS WAY THROUGH MY HEART HAVE FUN IN THE PROMISE LAND ON THE NARROWING LINE, WHAT A WAY TO SORT MY TROUBLES AND A VERY SHORT TIME, GOTTA POP BETTER DUCK AND COVER CAN YOU FIGURE ME OUT? I GOT CAUGHT LIKE A LITTLE KID STEALING DIDN'T SAY IT TOO LOUD, A BIT HARD OR A LITTLE MISLEADING