Forwards Motion

There's a basket in the hallway
Full of old umbrellas
In colours that kinda
Remind ya of a bruise
You gave yourself
When you were blue
And full of shit too

Keep em all at arms length
Until you wake up half way through
Your twenties sitting somewhere
In a waiting room
Do you run back to the car
I know you want to

I did not turn around, no no
I saw the fork in the road
And everybody knows
The best stories ever told have no

Re-traced steps, no turning back
No folding in, no questioning
No regrets, no empty promises
No short cuts

Just forwards motion
Forwards motion
Forwards motion
Forwards motion

People always tell ya
What you need to hear
They'll show you where they're stuck
And your reaction makes things clear
Do you relate to them? Or do you disagree
Pay attention

Cus they say misery loves company
And the company that you keep
Has as much to say about you
As the very words you speak
And your words are just sounds
Until they're coupled with action

Just lip service, a list of things
Yet to happen

I did not turn around, no no
I saw the fork in the road
And everybody knows
The best stories ever told have

No re-traced steps, no turning back
No folding in, no questioning
No regrets, no empty promises
No short cuts

Just forwards motion
Forwards motion
Forwards motion
Forwards motion

Someday you'll draw your last breath
When you are old and grey
You'll be the one to smile
You'll be the one to say

Someday you'll draw your last breath
When you are old and grey
You'll be the one to smile
You'll be the one to say

I did not turn around, no no
I saw the fork in the road
And everybody knows
The best stories ever told have

No re-traced steps, no turning back
No folding in, no questioning
No regrets, no empty promises
No short cuts

No re-traced steps, no turning back
No folding in, no questioning
No regrets, no empty promises
No short cuts

Just forwards motion
Forwards motion
Forwards motion
Forwards motion
Forwards motion
Forwards motion
Forwards motion
Forwards motion