I believe nowhere is a better place to be
Than not knowing where you’re going now.
I said education is a better state of mind,
But I’d trade all my books to find a home.
If I made bets on a better time,
I’d lose my money every single dime.
I believe moss on a rolling stone
Is better than the rust that’s growing on my home.
'Cause it eats at me sometimes.
The more you struggle,
More you fight it,
More it clings to you at night.
The more you wonder,
More you dream,
The more you pray it starts to die.
And it does,
Though it kicks you in the side.
Yes it does.
Though it takes a little time.