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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
