Rushwood - Letterbox Lyrics

I was born in a a letterbox
Never saw the full frame
On a path that was clear enough
All my dreams stayed the same
No-one knows the answers
No-one has it all
No simple directions
Just a rise and a fall
As a child I was sorrow-less
Well at least not so much
To a point where the road split up
I had to choose where to cross
Every man has to find himself
And every man has a Choice
Now and then you will make mistakes
Just adjust to the noise
Sitting high above the clouds
In my golden chair
Sun will shine without a doubt
Wind will dry my hair
Now I see what bothers me
Isn't worth the fuzz
Take a blow, head on down
Take the easy
Roads are made just to get from A to B
There must be one for me
All that you want
And all that you need
And all you're longing for
All that is yours
And all that is mine
And all that was before
All that you get
And all that you had
And all that you supposed
The problem with dreams is
You can't see the road
You're sleeping, your eyes are closed