I walked across an empty land.

I knew the pathway like the back of my hand.

I felt the earth beneath my feet.

Sat by the river and it made me complete.

Oh simple thing where have you gone?

I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.

So tell me when you're gonna let me in.

I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.

I came across a fallen tree.

I felt the branches of it looking at me.

Is this the place we used to love?

Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?