Once more at a crossroads - looking up at signposts
All of those lives you’ll never live and cannot know
So I wonder - will I wander or hold my line
And I find myself longing for what can never be mine
This tale’s tied together with invisible thread
Lingering on what she said
What if instead of a missed opportunity
It just wasn’t meant to be?
Please believe I never faked what it meant to me
[Everything must change] - don’t I know it
In a moment hesitate and you’ve blown it
You want to know the possible
But it would freak you out if you were shown it
So I’m holding my course until this road ends
I know the pen is constant - but the ink is transient
More inclined to letting it ride than planning it
So I take my lumps - cos I wrote this story
It’s always feast or famine - always death or glory