HiddenRoad - West Winds Lyrics

I grew up floatin' on the west winds, mirror as a best friend
Always hopin' I was chosen as one of the best men
Destined, or something greater I really yearned
Lesson learned, stick your hand in the fire it's gettin' burned
I watched my dreams float away
Turned my back on myself, just so I could go out and play
But the game was on me, as I became a zombie
Air the blame with the laundry, looking back it's beyond me
I could have been where I'm at at thirty at age of twenty-one
Was undone by the damages, stuck, I've just begun
Left struck by the lightning, head throbbing from the lighting
Migraines inside my brain, at times they send me into hiding
Sunglasses on at night, no it's not fashion statement
What I deal with in my life, best described as exacerbating
Body fragile, disaster waiting, hurt from procrastinating
Willpower weak for the drink, it was painfully fascinating
Now the wind's at my back and it's time to head West
Head West... Head West… West, West, West, West
Hair in disarray, wind blowing from the West
Make you sweat, bags under the eyes you need rest
In duress, hear the distress, we stumble on the steps
Such a mess, nevertheless we go out and do our best
Life in disarray, had many monkeys on the back
No slack, muscle tension attack knock you off track
No flack, it's not like we ever asked to come in last
Torrid past, still we wait out the storm until it's passed
Still floatin' with the clouds, like to think a bit more grounded
But the truth is Hidden beneath the surface inside the sounds
It's incredible, how I'm standing today, I cannot say
What I can tell you is to never give up or fade away
I was walking' with no direction
Got lost in the self reflection, obnoxiously introspective
How often we miss the message, thrown off from the O's and X's
It's awfully over stressed, but the point is have no regrets
With a somber tone, set the record straight for the chronicles
Associate the snake with the monocle
A topic for another tune, soon to be exhumed
Now the skeletons out of the closet, let's clear the tomb
Still alive so I won, should be dead from the things I've done
Never run from reality, heads up when the reaper comes
Best to know, he don't give a fuck what the reason was
One thing is certain, where we headed won't none of us need a gun
Death, death, death, death and it's time to head West
Head West... Head West... West, West, West, West
Hair in disarray, wind blowing from the West
Make you sweat, bags under the eyes you need rest
In duress, hear the distress, we stumble on the steps
Such a mess, nevertheless we go out and do our best
Life in disarray, had many monkeys on the back
No slack, muscle tension attack knock you off track
No flack, it's not like we ever asked to come in last
Torrid past, still we wait out the storm until it's passed

I grew up floatin' on the west winds, mirror as a best friend
Always hopin' I was chosen as one of the best men
Destined, or something greater I really yearned
Lesson learned, stick your hand in the fire it's gettin' burned
I watched my dreams float away
Turned my back on myself, just so I could go out and play
But the game was on me, as I became a zombie
Air the blame with the laundry, looking back it's beyond me
I could have been where I'm at at thirty at age of twenty-one
Was undone by the damages, stuck, I've just begun
Left struck by the lightning, head throbbing from the lighting
Migraines inside my brain, at times they send me into hiding
Sunglasses on at night, no it's not fashion statement
What I deal with in my life, best described as exacerbating
Body fragile, disaster waiting, hurt from procrastinating
Willpower weak for the drink, it was painfully fascinating
Now the wind's at my back and it's time to head West
Head West... Head West… West, West, West, West
Hair in disarray, wind blowing from the West
Make you sweat, bags under the eyes you need rest
In duress, hear the distress, we stumble on the steps
Such a mess, nevertheless we go out and do our best
Life in disarray, had many monkeys on the back
No slack, muscle tension attack knock you off track
No flack, it's not like we ever asked to come in last
Torrid past, still we wait out the storm until it's passed
Still floatin' with the clouds, like to think a bit more grounded
But the truth is Hidden beneath the surface inside the sounds
It's incredible, how I'm standing today, I cannot say
What I can tell you is to never give up or fade away
I was walking' with no direction
Got lost in the self reflection, obnoxiously introspective
How often we miss the message, thrown off from the O's and X's
It's awfully over stressed, but the point is have no regrets
With a somber tone, set the record straight for the chronicles
Associate the snake with the monocle
A topic for another tune, soon to be exhumed
Now the skeletons out of the closet, let's clear the tomb
Still alive so I won, should be dead from the things I've done
Never run from reality, heads up when the reaper comes
Best to know, he don't give a fuck what the reason was
One thing is certain, where we headed won't none of us need a gun
Death, death, death, death and it's time to head West
Head West... Head West... West, West, West, West
Hair in disarray, wind blowing from the West
Make you sweat, bags under the eyes you need rest
In duress, hear the distress, we stumble on the steps
Such a mess, nevertheless we go out and do our best
Life in disarray, had many monkeys on the back
No slack, muscle tension attack knock you off track
No flack, it's not like we ever asked to come in last
Torrid past, still we wait out the storm until it's passed