remembers a kid

when the carny came to town

bright lights hustlers and callers

hot smells and foreign sounds

and the thrill of excitement

charged the air with the hope of something new

it's stoke the dreams of when i get older

all the things i'm gonna do you'll say yeah

when i get older

mmmm

it's all ghosts and words now

but the ghosts won't go away

they just hang out in the corners

whispering at you in their ghosty little ways

yes and words once you're best friends

well you just don't quite trust them anymore

too many spoken good intentions

lie all heated up and ground into the floor

and you're tired of bending over

picking up and starting over

there's still a myth of something

out there in the world

that can satisfy that thing

that never quite gets filled

oh but a well is just a hole dug deep enough to find

that precious water you've been thirsting for

and you've been at this whole thing now

you've been at it long enough to know

there is no clear cut path we make it all up as we go

and still your human heart cries out for kin

for comfort on the way

for a kindly arm to rest in

and a gentle voice to say

i know you're tired of starting over

but it's not really starting over

when you're always on your way

what's always in the dark is the dark when

a little crack of light breaks through

and in that moment you remember

all the things you forgot you ever knew

and then suddenly the ghosts are friends again

and the words are prayers you've said

and you see the distance you have traveled

and you see that there's no end

and that you're always starting over

but it's not really starting over

when you're always on your way

always on your way

always on your way