Spring

I cannot write how I feel All I see are plain white fields Frozen lands that cannot speak They watch us all as we crawl down Our way till spring comes Till springs comes Till spring comes Till spring comes Messing a while, messing around I'm guessing it's about time I tell you how far I am I'm far from this, far from home Even though home seems to move From place to place High as a kite I may fly But it's only because the wind ain't shy Shy to show it still has faith In the better days to come Will they come and go? Will they come and go? Will they come and go? My way or rather your way? Is it a right or is it a left? I'd like to be more often left aside Living life as in exile Get the fuck out of my way Get the fuck out of my way