I could only think of one way to get out to Washington I read so many books I tend to lose my mind in them I've seen so many films I romanticized a plot again I write so many songs I can forget why I write them I think I sing so many songs just to remember why I write them To remind him Not every one that's written can be timeless Who knows, one day I may even curse my kindness I write all my songs to be cast into the wind from my bike I chant them pedaling, sweating, to hear what it sounds like To feel that way again There was a time I was there Out there living and feeling and hurting with it I came back, intact It is the voice that pervades all your humming The only one you trust to be fact It's the catch that you never saw coming I'm alone with my words And there's no way of knowing How antiquated they are I'm afraid I'm losing context out here growing faster than a memory fades To feel that way There was a time I was there To be there