Who You Really Are

I guess I thought I knew a lot. I guess I thought I'd been to hell and back. You showed me there were a lot of ideas I never knew were facts. But flying to another place won't erase who you really are. You'll always look for the sun, you'll always sleep under the stars. There's no magic in your hand, no sorrow that you can't understand, no end to beginnings in your head. These are all things that you said, easily I interpret your more or less. I guess I thought you knew a lot. I guess you thought this was hell, but hell is simply where your at. All those ideas you thought were facts. I guess I should have known better than that.