Lyrics

I know you've been so busy I saw the crowd you make My show and no one near me On the edge of your steps I know you should have seen me God knows how much i care So proud to see you Crushed by By the coach of the king And I'm sorry for you But I search for my vagabond home And I'm rolling, growing Growing for what is not over at all I saw you were so ready Someone always says I can't get it again But I'm always speaking what is not easy On the edge of your shell And I'm drowning too And I see you're just begging for a home Now you know it, sorry Sorry for what is wrong and what is in dust