Album: Vidalia
This town is full of dreamers
Each with a different face
This place holds on to people
With the same mistakes
We all make the same
Just different ways
We all may
We may escape
This town
It lacks reason
People go wandering around this place
I can't tell the season
She leaves without a trace
We all make mistakes
In different ways
We all may
We may escape
Where do you go, where do you run?
Is this the tree and the secret spot?
When you see me across, you run
I'm found, I'm found
We're all made the same
In different ways
We all may
We may escape
Where do you go, where do you run?
Is this the tree and the secret spot?
Will you see me across, then run
'Cause I'm found, I'm found