Balance

I'm gonna wake up tomorrow.
Throw on my boots and my black jeans.
I'll drive down the mountain
and metaphorically, know what it means.

I'm gonna wake up tomorrow, free and alive.
Walk the streets with my head up straight.
Thoughts of your presence all out of my mind,
Truly happy for the first time in my life.

My friends they all think,
I'm secretly depressed,
they point out my actions
and the way that I dress.
Your unkept clothes
and your thousand yard stare,
tell us things you would never dare.

I'm gonna wake up tommorow,
and start all over.
I'll build a new home,
and meet some new folks.
I'll remember their names
like I remember your name.
Like some old campfire story,
I'll tell them all about it someday.