Frost burns off of a river
And I am living here to see it
I had a dream and I wasn't me and
I was ok with that

Why do you occupy all of my roads?
You will not let me in further than I go
It's burning me up but I'll never let you know
Will you be ok with that?

And on my island
I cannot keep out all the violence
And on my island
I cannot keep out all the violence

Early December in the country
Trying to remember what my mother told me
I was fourteen when I had to learn what it means
To be an adult wasn't my fault

If I were tracing a map
Would it lead me out or would it lead me back?
Can I still change or am I past that?
Will I be ok?

And on my island
I cannot keep out all the violence
And on my island
I cannot keep out all the violence