Remember back when,
Our lives stretched before us,
Do you remember back then.
The road didn't end, there wasn't ever a bend,
And we didn't need to pretend.
Because then it was real,
It was smooth, you could feel,
Every stone on your wheel, every nail in your heal,
But we started to veer,
As our ending got near,
If we could just have kept going, if we'd started to steer.
But there's chunks missing now, and there's yellow bricks strewn,
All over our road, and it's all gone to ruin.