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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?
[chorus]
To nowhere down
