[Verse 1] Photo box under the bed Dust on names I almost forget I still hear that summer crowd But the room is quiet now Second hand scars the face Of a clock on the kitchen shelf Every tick like a tiny trace Of the kid I was Asking for help [Chorus] Where did the wild days go? I blinked and they fell like snow Melted in the heat of bills and plans I thought I had time to grow But the bee in the room flies low Buzzing through my fingers Not my hands (I can’t hold it, can’t hold it) [Verse 2] I used to swear I would leave Map on the wall Circling streets Now I circle my same old block Talking back to the ticking clock Was it courage or just a game When we swore we would never change? Is growing up a kind of theft Or just learning what’s really left? [Chorus] Where did the wild days go? I blinked and they fell like snow Melted in the heat of bills and plans I thought I had time to grow But the bee in the room flies low Buzzing through my fingers Not my hands (slipping through, slipping through) [Bridge] Do we meet ourselves at the end of the road Or lose the trail halfway there? If every dream can’t carry the load Was it still worth the dare? If the questions outlive the youth Does that mean they were ever true? Or are they just echoes in a room I used to share with you? [Instrumental Break] [Expressive guitar solo Slow bends singing over the chord changes Notes hanging in warm reverb as the ticking grows slightly louder underneath] [Chorus] Where did the wild days go? I blinked and they fell like snow Melted in the heat of bills and plans I thought I had time to grow But the bee in the room flies low Buzzing through my fingers Not my hands (time’s a stranger, time’s a friend) [Outro] Photo box back in its place Clock keeps drawing its thin gray lines I stand in the hallway haze Let the buzzing carry my old life by (let it fly, let it fly)
