Drifting - Tyrone Wells

Out of time, out of place

I don’t want you to see my face

Scarred and bruised, tired and used

Sometimes when I think of you

Choking on memories

Wishing we were still at ease

I’m not running, I’m not hiding

I’m not trying to escape

I’m drifting away

Drifting away, drifting away

You say these are changing times

You don’t know what we will find

Maybe love, maybe death

I keep running out of breath

I’m drifting away

Drifting away, drifting away

I cannot see the shore

I don’t know where I am anymore

I am not leaving

I’m just drifting away

Drifting away, drifting away

I’m only drifting, I’m only drifting

I’m only drifting, I’m only drifting away

I’m only drifting away

Drifting away, drifting away