How I Go - Yellowcard

I could tell you the wildest of tales

My friend the giant and traveling sales

Tell you all the times that I failed

The years all behind me The stories excelled.

And I’m drying out

Crying out

This isn’t how I go

I could tell you of a man not so tall

Who said life’s a circus and so we are small

Tell you of a girl that I saw

I froze in the moment and she changed it all

And I’m drying out

Crying out

This isn’t how I go Hurry now

Lay me down

And let these waters flow

Flow…

Son I am not everything you thought that I would be But every story I have told is part of me And you keep the air in my lungs

Floating along as a melody comes

And my heart beats like timpani drums

Keeping the time while a symphony strums

And I’m drying out

Crying out

This isn’t how I go Hurry now

Lay me down

And let these waters flow…

Flow…

Let it flow

Let it flow

Son I am not everything you thought that I would be But every story I have told is part of me Son I leave you now but you have so much more to do And every story I have told is part of you