Текст песни August Song - Tommy Milton

Where I am is not my destination
I wanna be there with them
Back in the city with them
Alas I'm stuck in a field
This town has been my shield
But now it's more like a sword
I fall onto when I'm bored
I've gotten over my past,
Just like these moments that pass
The views made for good support
But then my time was cut short
Don't get to do what I want
Don't get to go and be free
I'm feeling trapped in this cage
And it is eating at me
At what is left of my fate
If I just sit here and wait
Might as well kneel at the gates
I know I'm already late