Northstar

I'm running tired of doing everything alright That broken English never comes out how I'd like Dodging through the redwoods Laying your back upon the windshield Can you feel the air Wrapping your hair around you 'til you break your neck That is my purpose That is my northstar That is my echo That is my reason And I ask myself how could I ever forget The chilly evenings The itching feeling The need to let go The need to feel this The need to fix things To give life all that I have left The larch is dying, as a perfect version of itself Haven't seen another one like it Haven't even tried I want the same thing for my friends, myself, my family And I want to feel that I'm along for the ride That is my purpose That is my northstar That is my echo That is my reason And I ask myself how could I ever forget The chilly evenings The itching feeling The need to let go The need to feel this The need to fix things To give life all that I have left