"Deadhead"

I came back empty handed
And an empty seat as well
The night was fresh upon me
All alone as I could tell

No I didn't mind the solitude
For the time to clear my head
With an empty slate in front of me
While the midnight streets are dead

And I've heard
That we grow
When we remove the things we know
Replace the dead
That we sew
For something better there instead

I came to the conclusion
As I carved the winding roads
That I can need people
Just as much as I need to be alone

And there's nothing wrong
With needing time
There's so much that happens slow
So give it time

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