C Yourself - Spirit Caravan

Where are you

What are you looking for

So far through

Beyond survival's door

The grip on my heart was like a mortal disease

I thought would never pass

The trip was so hard like a leaf on the breeeze

It just kept movin' so fast

Too fast

You told me yourself that you were destined to run

And that your feelings were blind

Under the freeway the spirits take form staring in the soup line

Result of the end was that you turned on a friend

Like it was part of a game

My heart was not cold a mistake I've been told

But it will never change never change