To the way things might have been To roads that never end Why do we all pretend? Through a pane of colored glass I watch as chances pass Knowing they won't last
[chorus] So why's the road become so narrow? Maybe I'm a broken arrow Falling slightly down to nowhere Take me now if only somewhere
In a sky of scattered blues I watch them break in two The way I used to do From a sea of wasted rhyme I ask myself sometimes Are any thoughts really mine?
