Story Behind the Song
A tribue to five guys that were killed in one of the hijacked planes on Sept 11, whom were destined to Tacoma
Lyrics
My minds a wondering, i'm cruising down
a highway, lost in reverie,
There is a special world that yet to come upon me, somewhere in my destiny,
Driving down the road if think of
all my old friends, from a town i left behind
They seem content, there are no worries
cast upon them, they're voice howling with
the wind
there's tears inside me as i pass
beside a graveyard, remembering where i
just been
Making my way back from Tacoma
where peace is still like a coma
utopian drives will remind me
of a place that my soul is set free
Happiness is hard to find, looking for
my peace of mind in world of trials and
tribulations
I need to move along and put my friends behind my, someday i find my destination
Making my way back from Tacoma
Where peace is still like a coma
Sometimes I still hear they're voices
Calling from somewhere in the sky
I hear them calling from the sky
Like Icarus, they were flying so high
On they're way home, they're wings caught
fire, no rhyme or reason, everything was
burned, only memories of them returned
Repeat Chorus
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