Travels of the soul trying to make it home I don't want to chase all those lows I don't want to build to only have it fall And the setting sun doesn't feel done In an instant things are gone Travels of the soul trying to make it home I don't want to chase all those lows I don't want to build to only have it fall And the setting sun doesn't feel done In an instant things are gone I'm feeling out of place I know that the soul must change I'm feeling out of place I know that the soul must change The soul must change The soul must change