Forgot What I Love About This Place Pt 1

At the rate that I've been going I can't breathe again
A falcon flying through the trees
Some of us leave
But you'll stay
I saw it in your face

Don't let up
It'll get rough
Don't cross us
We'll be in the woods

Telephone
Wanna go home
It gets old
No one ever told us it'd take so damn long

If all of this isn't a dream
And all is never as it seems
And all of this is history
Well, I'm tired and tongue-tied
Flying through the trees