These streets never seem to end but I don't mind. I don't wish to go back where I've been. I'm trying to leave shadows of a different man behind, but they're hanging over my head like ghosts that won't let me carry on. The storms are rolling in and I'm trying to escape. But there's no such thing as outrunning the rains just like there's no such thing as avoiding change. But the thing is that I've learned it's this town that stays the same. I just want to move forward in a place I am happy to call home. I'm running out of places to rest my head. I'm tired of filling my life only with dread. When you're clinging onto hopes that the past repeats, you're not moving forward, you're missing out on opportunity. If you're just searching familiar places, trying to find unfamiliar faces, maybe it's just time for you to move on. I just want a place to rest my head. I just want to move forward and leave the creeping shade behind. So I'll take my chances with these never ending streets and what I find. I just want to move forward. I just want a place to rest my head. A place I am happy to call home.