It must have been a year sinceI was thrown across an ocean far from homeLife is making no senseRiding in between the highs and lowsWoah, when I wake in the morning I, oohIt’s the first on my mindMaybe what I miss mostIt wasn’t made of steel and stoneAnd maybe what I miss mostIt wasn’t born of skin and boneUnder the sun, above the wavesUnder three crowns when I’m far awayMaybe what I miss mostMaybe I’ll never knowAnd maybe I’ll never knowMaybe I’ll never knowLife beyond the windowI’m jealous of the way that black bird fliesFree among the peopleThose quarter million stories pass me byWoah, lie awake in the moonlight, I oohIt’s the last on my mindAnd maybe what I miss mostIt wasn’t made of steel and stoneAnd maybe what I miss mostIt wasn’t born of skin and boneUnder the sun, above the wavesUnder three crowns when I’m far awayMaybe what I miss mostMaybe I’ll never knowMaybe I’ll never knowAnd maybe I’ll never knowI remember at the tableAll those faces, where did they go?I imagine what it looks likeWhen I’m not thereI remember, every summerBut now the years are, just a numberThere’s no backwardsTime is faster with everything I’ve left behind, ohBut maybe what I miss mostIt wasn’t made of steel and stoneAnd maybe what I miss mostIt wasn’t born of skin and boneCause under the sun, above the wavesUnder three crowns when I’m far awayMaybe what I miss mostMaybe I’ll never knowMaybe I’ll never knowMaybe I’ll never know