Beta Radio - Wasted

Must be wasted
On the wings
I've been wonderin'
About a home
Fable painted
Is it my creation
Yes I'm chasing
What I don't know
I've been seeking
Some assurance
And comin' back
To old ceremonies
See my old friends
And they seem friendly
And I'm still seeking
My old home

I spent my summers
On incantations
Put my tongue in
To tell a taste
But I went back there
Where I was younger
Where there was this lady
Old miss
I don't want freedom
Or to be bound
I just wanna believe
This boy will blow
Still this young man
A gap like kings
But still I'm seeking
Somewhere to go

I must be wasted
On the way
I've been wonderin'
If I will see
The fabled painting
Through my confusion
Where everything is swimming
And everything is real
I had a first time
I had forgiveness
I had an answer
But I had to go
Is it one that maybe
That I need a clear sign
Light me a beacon
So I can know
What I need