When I was carried by a high wind blowing along distant shores
When I’ve kept wild dogs on a leash, begging for a second chance
When I’ve faltered at ungodly hours, knocking at your door —
It's hard being a teenager, especially when you're 30
When I was carried by a high wind blowing along distant shores
When I’ve kept wild dogs on a leash, begging for a second chance
When I’ve faltered at ungodly hours, knocking at your door —