I'm riding far away
For nights and days
Going silent they say
I'm running
It's like your voice I hear
Wind in my face
Keeps drying my tears
I am climbing mountains high
No clouds in sight
Say my morning prayers
Please love me again
My heart is aching
In my head, your voice is echoin

St. Peter shaking his head
He's saying "no, no, you're not ready yet"
St. Peter shaking his head
He's saying "no, no, you're not ready yet"

I can't see clear
The memory of you keeps blurring my view
I am lost, nowhere to go
The mountains hide
They're playing tricks on my mind
You're not here by my side
You're further away, my hand far away from you
And I keep trying to forget
The racing youthful mind leaves nothing behind