Absent and Lost - Somos

Visions of walking down

Wide open sunlit streets

Where it hangs in the air

A sense of impending

And costly defeat

I spent too long in exile

I don’t recognize home

It’s fading and on it’s way out

I know some holding out

Out of responsibility

I know some holding out

Out of responsibility

Visions of walking down

Wide open sunlit streets

Where it hangs in the air

A sense of impending

And costly defeat

I spent too long in exile

I don’t recognize home

It’s fading and on it’s way out

I know some holding out

Out of responsibility

I know some holding out

Out of responsibility

What a way

What a way to remember the absent lost

What a way

What a way to remember the absent lost

I know some holding out

Out of responsibility

I know some holding out

(What a way, what a way to remember the absent lost)

Out of responsibility

I know some holding out

(What a way, what a way to remember the absent lost)

Out of responsibility

I know some holding out

(Wide open sunlit streets)

Out of responsibility

I know some holding out

(Where it hangs in the air)

Out of responsibility

(A sense of impending)