Lyrics:
This place is getting old
The summers gone
And now its cold
The colors fade to grey
It makes me want to run away
This place is getting old
The summers gone
And so I'm told
That things will always be the same
And I won't rest til I find a new home
I'm sorry if you cry when I'm gone
But I won't rest til my destinations reached
Bring your board and pack your bag
We'll leave this place and never look back
Bring your board and pack your bag
We'll skate away into the sunset
It's the end of everything we once knew
It's the end of sorrow and the blues
It's the start of something new
It's the start of something beautiful
I'm weary oh so weary
That I can't see clearly
But I know the faces never change
I wanna fly right through boarders
With my guitars and my brothers
We'll sing a song about a new day

MP3: 128.0 kbps, 22 kHz (mono), 3.63 MB

Playing time (m:ss): 3:58