Something

Broken bottles line the pathway of my feet
In another place and time they would retreat
But the circumstance don't make it so
The light inside is fading low
Summoning the plunge into the deep
To where did all the years so gradually retreat
Is this as far as one could ever hope to reach
There's a flame inside that turning cold
Dancing in a faded gold
Its ashes left to tumble in the breeze

I need something
Oh something
I don't wanna grow old and be left with nothing
There's a million miles to go but I fear I'm running low
I may not get to make it to the show

A good counsel with oneself is hard to keep
And some rewards harder still to reap
It's the firepit inside the soul
That pushes on like it doesn't know
The clock sits playing poker with the beast

I need something
Oh something
I don't wanna grow old and be left with nothing
There's a million miles to go but I fear I'm running low
If only then I knew what I now know



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Writer(s): J.c. Correa
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