I walked around my neighborhood
Lights like candles, hovering
The town I grew up in is not a place in the clouds
But the bruises came and went like they did for the first time
And if ever I could feel it coming like I did when they were mine
Now I'm sick sore in the back room
And my muscles are coming after me
If I get sick sore from all the action
Will it ruin what hasn't happened
But I'm calming down
I'm calming down