The masses press around me and panic starts to rise-
These souls that surround me living their separate lives-
I long to be away from here on a empty country road:
Zach Bryan on the radio speaking to my soul.
Only there I will feel myself relax, and my lungs start to breathe
Because I am most alone in a crowd-
That’s the way it always seems-
I need space and freedom and plenty of room to dream.
Give me a solitary sunset or a walk alone in the woods
Where I can commune with God and myself:
That’s when I feel understood.
But I find myself always alone in a crowd- that’s my continual reality.
And every day I struggle alone just to breathe and be.