I never had too much of anything
always a giver
gave my heart away
I never thought too hard on the future
always the past
that comes back
to stay
Every place that I go
is connected to no golden
road
no special meaning
just some cold wet
snow
& the kids coming home
for a week
or
so
Nineteen and alone
Surely it shows
Nineteen on the road
-Wherever it goes
Nineteen and alone
For now;