The cold bites my nose
Bites my fingers my toes
Everyone around me is moving so quickly
What are we rushing towards anyways
What do they see in the distance
Times change
Or maybe I've changed
Or maybe I just need to lay down for a minute
Tell me I'm pretty
You should never forget how to ride a bike
But I'm rolling down this hill, and I'm praying for my life
I can't remember the way things used to be
Michigan and the Vatican look about the same to me
I forget where God lives sometimes
I'm falling asleep to the hum of TVs
I can't tell the difference between real life and dreams
The preacher is speaking he falls to his knees
Will anyone pick him back up?
Or is he on his own?
Are we all alone these days?
Lonely Vacations - Times Change Lyrics
Lonely Vacations - Times Change Lyrics
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The cold bites my nose
Bites my fingers my toes
Everyone around me is moving so quickly
What are we rushing towards anyways
What do they see in the distance
Times change
Or maybe I've changed
Or maybe I just need to lay down for a minute
Tell me I'm pretty
You should never forget how to ride a bike
But I'm rolling down this hill, and I'm praying for my life
I can't remember the way things used to be
Michigan and the Vatican look about the same to me
I forget where God lives sometimes
I'm falling asleep to the hum of TVs
I can't tell the difference between real life and dreams
The preacher is speaking he falls to his knees
Will anyone pick him back up?
Or is he on his own?
Are we all alone these days?
Bites my fingers my toes
Everyone around me is moving so quickly
What are we rushing towards anyways
What do they see in the distance
Times change
Or maybe I've changed
Or maybe I just need to lay down for a minute
Tell me I'm pretty
You should never forget how to ride a bike
But I'm rolling down this hill, and I'm praying for my life
I can't remember the way things used to be
Michigan and the Vatican look about the same to me
I forget where God lives sometimes
I'm falling asleep to the hum of TVs
I can't tell the difference between real life and dreams
The preacher is speaking he falls to his knees
Will anyone pick him back up?
Or is he on his own?
Are we all alone these days?
Writer: Baily Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Capitol CMG Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Capitol CMG Publishing