Ronda

Rolling through the hills in a black box on wheels The sun shines through the night and my skin peels to another day No phones, no emails, just good music in my ears And I'm feeling a strong sense of the road It feels like I've got my own metronome I said I, I meant well to everyone it seems but myself And my best was nowhere near good enough Now I'm recycling blood cells And I need more time, I need more time alone The last time I met myself was too long ago Every sight's a constant flirt To the ideals I held in the past and everything I hope for my future nostalgia Carving out the reasons to hold on It's like mining for diamonds in Sierra Leone Ah we could be rich by the time we're done with it I said I, I meant well to everyone it seems but myself And my best was nowhere near good enough Now I'm recycling blood cells And I need more time, I need more time alone The last time I met myself was too long ago I said man, don't go You leave now and you'll never know --- Ronda - Time for T