Текст песни Pilgrims

My early memories only come in handfuls And those that follow span a decade uneventful They live in vcrs that play my scrapes And scars on a screen for all 'Cause I was never one to look at them as anchors But something lighter like a souvenir or postcard I packed them up to drive and carry On 'til I called a new town home I wanted more for myself than seeing Life in the shade of this town To always follow footsteps that never Left I wanted more for myself Just because I've got my head in the clouds Doesn't mean that my feet are off the ground And if we're meant for things, then maybe I'm meant to be here I've got my head in the clouds I've got my feet on the ground And if we're meant for things Then maybe I'm meant to be here I carried on to drive and called a new town home