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