Spellbound through the pines, where the sun rarely shines ... Read between the lines, what’s yours and what is mine.

Looking down on the land of oppression / from my vantage point in the land of dreams.

It’s the last day of school, we’re so far apart / Is it too late to mend broken fences and hearts.

I’m alive, I’m here, what more is there to say?

i.e., Jersey guy in LA, in Jersey.

There has always been a place I long for—anywhere away from where I was at the time.

Well I suppose I should tell you how I got here / How I somehow got steered across this continent ...