Gone Things - Knola

I wonder where they went?

The things we felt when we were kids

When there was a purpose to everything we did

Like driving to New Jersey to play to a crowded room, or taking off our shirts,

blowing kisses at the moon

Time is moving faster than I want it

The days are months are years and I wanted more from them

I wonder where they went?

I wish could find them, know them as more than gone things

I wish that I could slow down