No, I don't feel down

I would like to leave this city
This old town don't smell too pretty and
I can feel the warning signs running around my mind
And when I leave this island I'll book myself into a soul asylum
And I can feel the warning signs running around my mind
So here I go still scratching around the same old hole
My body feels young but my mind is very old
So what do you say?
You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway
You're half the world away

I've been lost, I've been found, but I don't feel down.

And when I leave this planet,
y'know I'd stay but I just can't stand it
and I can feel the warning signs, running around my mind
And if I leave this spirit, find me a hole and I will fill it
and I can feel the warning signs, running around my mind
So here I go still scratching around in the same old hole
My body feels young but my mind is very old
So what do you say?
You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway
You're half the world away

hay cosas que es mejor no dejar escritas. mejor que se pierdan entre otros pensamientos. o al menos dejarlos en otro lado, donde no puedan ser leídos. ¿no?