Roads
Days turn blue
There's a time in our life that we lose
With our future directions to choose
Trust in your path and your faithful old shoes
Dreaming of memories and waiting on news
I hope your life is beautiful in all that you seek
I'll always remember, please don't forget me
Some we let go to miss and to seek
Or we keep hold to honour and keep
But when all's told
The path we choose is paved with fear
And the promise of gold
We grow, or we grow up, or we just grow old
Shifting sands
You need to fly, I understand
Go take your roads, go make your plans
If trouble befalls you, just reach for my hand
Across city streets, or faraway lands
We'll move in our parallels, wise or naive
Never be strangers, we'll stay thick as thieves
Some we let go to miss and to seek
Or we keep hold to honour and keep
But when all's told
The path we choose is paved with fear
And the promise of gold
We grow, or we grow up, or we just grow old
Standing stone
Stay still at your fork in the road
And cling to the past like it's home
Savour that yesterday, pick at it's bones
And hold on to memories like rafts in a storm
Search through the baggage for a story so thin
That died in it's time, in the place you stand in
Some we let go to miss and to seek
Or we keep hold to honour and keep
But when all's told
The path we choose is paved with fear
And the promise of gold
We grow, or we grow up, or we just grow old
There's a time in our life that we lose
With our future directions to choose
Trust in your path and your faithful old shoes
Dreaming of memories and waiting on news
I hope your life is beautiful in all that you seek
I'll always remember, please don't forget me
Some we let go to miss and to seek
Or we keep hold to honour and keep
But when all's told
The path we choose is paved with fear
And the promise of gold
We grow, or we grow up, or we just grow old
Shifting sands
You need to fly, I understand
Go take your roads, go make your plans
If trouble befalls you, just reach for my hand
Across city streets, or faraway lands
We'll move in our parallels, wise or naive
Never be strangers, we'll stay thick as thieves
Some we let go to miss and to seek
Or we keep hold to honour and keep
But when all's told
The path we choose is paved with fear
And the promise of gold
We grow, or we grow up, or we just grow old
Standing stone
Stay still at your fork in the road
And cling to the past like it's home
Savour that yesterday, pick at it's bones
And hold on to memories like rafts in a storm
Search through the baggage for a story so thin
That died in it's time, in the place you stand in
Some we let go to miss and to seek
Or we keep hold to honour and keep
But when all's told
The path we choose is paved with fear
And the promise of gold
We grow, or we grow up, or we just grow old
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Writer(s): Wolves Alcatraz
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