Getting old

I walked across an empty Land
I Knew the pathway like the back of my hand.

I felt the earth beneath my feet. Sat by the River, and It made me complete.

OH, simple thing, where have you gone?
I´m getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when, you´re gonna let me in..
I´m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin!!
(keane)