Moss

I believe nowhere is a better place to be 

Than not knowing where you're going now

I said education was a better state of mind

But I'd trade all my books to find a home

If I made bets on a better time

I'd lose my money every single dime

I believe moss on a rolling stone 

Is better than the rust that's growing on my house

'Cause it eats at you sometimes

- n.g.