Phil Beaudreau

©℗ 2019 Phil Beaudreau

I’ve been keeping to myself,
In this room,
And I,
I’ve been thinking bout myself,
Way too much,
And it gets me down.

I’ve been thinking ‘bout leaving.
I can’t get it out of my mind,
but it’s way to late for dreaming,
And I can’t drive like I used to drive.
I’ve been thinking ‘bout leaving.
I don’t know if I’m out of my mind.

I’ve been trying for so long.
Burnout came,
And I,
I’ve been looking to find out,
What I missed.
There’s something else.

I’ve been thinking ‘bout leaving.
I can’t get it out of my mind,
But it’s way to late for dreaming,
And I can’t drive like I used to drive.
I’ve been thinking ‘bout leaving.
I don’t know if I’m out of my mind,
‘Cuz I could leave it all…

I remember when I used to be wild,
Running through a forest,
Before it turned into a desert,
Highways running into rivers.
I remember when I had to,
Replace my dreams for dollars.
Keep me from falling into my own nightmare,
Now I’m in a stranger fantasy.

I’ve been thinking ‘bout leaving.
I can’t get it out of my mind,
But it’s way to late for dreaming,
And I can’t drive like I used to drive.
I’ve been thinking ‘bout leaving.
I don’t know if I’m out of my mind,
I’m taking about leaving.