the sun says "Welcome Home" but I'm feeling all alone

I gave my best
But sometimes I must confess
My hope runs dry
And I draw lines
It makes things harder

So I have to believe
That this is gonna be my year
I'll stand up straight
Look alive, and be on standby

A cloudless sky
How the summer meets the eyes
Here I am
A lung and soul of good intentions
It comes & goes
Just like a ghost I always know
I watch the snails, cross the roads
But they never make it