ON A BUSTOP SITTIN’ IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
A LITTLE BETTER OFF
THAN I’D LIKE TO THINK…
I GOT KICKED OFF TWICE
AND I’VE STILL GOT NO FARE
BUT NONE OF THAT SHIT REALLY MATTERS TO ME…
I’M BURNIN’ BRIDGES
RUNNIN’ BACKWARDS IN THE RAIN…
THIS INDECISION LINGERS
LIKE A FUCKING STAIN…
WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE
IT DON’T MATTER WHERE YOU’VE BEEN
IT ONLY MATTERS WHERE YOU’RE AT…
WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE
I AIN’T GOT NOWHERE TO GO
BUT I AIN’T NEVER GOING BACK…
BUCKSHOT SCATTERS
ON ITS JOURNEY THROUGH MID AIR
AND I HURDLE THROUGH THE WORDS
THAT I CAN’T TAKE BACK…
I’VE SEEN IT ONCE
BUT I’VE NEVER BEEN THERE
AND EVEN IF I HAD
I WOULDN’T KNOW HOW TO ACT…
WHERE DO WE GO…
LIFE SLIPS BY…A MOVING PICTURE…
AND IN THE END
HOW WILL YOU TALLY YOUR REGRETS…
YOU ONLY GET ONE TRY…
TO GET IT RIGHT AND
WHAT YOU’VE GIVEN WELL, THAT’S EVERYTHING YOU GET!