when I was twenty

I took the road to the end of the highway

I thought it was my way

To get back home

I counted people like the miles on my feet

I fell to the concrete and broke my bones

Yeah

Yeah, this is the shape of what's to come

Yeah, this is the shape of what's to come

I found a home within the halls of the tall trees

Surrounded by oak leaves

I'm not alone

I wonder what I might could travel and tell me

When I was twenty and on the road

Yeah, this is the shape of what's to come

Yeah, this is the shape of what's to come