Folios

I'm heading straight where I never go
There's no more hiding in these folios
Each page has known what the first one showed
There're still three more hours of sunlight

And in this dream of a cottage on a hill
There was no view of the life that makes it real
Here in May and only the trees
Want to leave like I do

I don't think the good years I've got can wait
So what are we staying for