Round and round this world we go. Forming truths from what we know. It could never be foretold. What will happen tomorrow. . Things we see right now will change.
I bide my time with my guitar. Writing songs alone in the dark. I put Your picture on the shelf. Another story book end. Then You gave me life. . A reason to fight.
As we walk along the road. We laugh about the past and how quickly we forget. It's not exactly what we say. But the things that we had meant and let it slip away.