The Tracks

 

“The Tracks”

Do you ever catch yourself wondering,
If you screwed all of this up?
Kinda like when you’re pouring,
Not quite sure if you’ve filled the cup.

So many people come and go,
In such a short span of time.
Makes you wonder if two nickels,
Really equal a dime.

I guess there’s no denying.
The facts are the facts.
And the train can only,
Follow the tracks.

Tracks of what was,
Or of what will never will be.
I guess the never will be,
Is haunting me.

Do you ever catch yourself wondering,
If you screwed all of this up?
Kinda like when you’re pouring,
Not quite sure if you’ve filled the cup.

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02-13-2010