I've spent my life thinking where the hell have I been?
Watching days drag on by as I'm stuck in my bed,
It's hard to tell what I have foreseen,
Visions that replay in my head.

Round and round like a spinning wheel,
Over and over again like a song on repeat,
Argued and settled like a deal,
Rising and climbing like a summer heat.

I'm tracking down the trails,
To see where my life has gone without me,
Wasting time and chasing tails,
It's the end of the road I see.

Turning and walking away,
Tracing steps I've already taken,
Going home to start another day,
And start again when my head isn't aching.

Too many bad notes are playing in this chorus,
Too many chords are out of key,
Too many crescendos waiting for us,
But I'll find the tune for you and me.

Black and ivory angels beneath my fingers,
Golden strings are strummed on the harp,
Gentle sounds of the orchestra lingers,
Let me orchestrate the love we need to start.

Fractured notes upon a composition,
Shattered bangs of the tambourine,
Music aids such a haunting disposition,
It's not pure and our love will never be clean.

I've conducted the staccato heartbeat,
Written songs that cure the soul,
As the curtain falls so heavy like concrete,
The masterpiece we made will be whole.

It happened again,
I allowed myself to slip,
I feel so much better