it all ways seemed to me
that its a simple affair
knowing which way to head your feet
which way to dip your hat
to cast off that west wind
seems like a logical kinda thing
to know what kind of man is standing behind ya
when you come up to bat
and are counting on a fair shake

but wouldn't ya know it
that just as you cross the fine line
between all your yester-years mistakes
and all the things you came to regret
in hindsight
you discover that the fine line
is more like a razor blade cut
dividing you from all the things
you could change if you could
and the man behind ya has got his eye
on your wallet and position
on your two car one kid garage

so you step back and take stock
but even as you count
life is pulling the slippery
sands of possession slip
through your fingers
so your tally just don't make sense
and you cant keep track of who's knives
you have stuck in your back

it all ways seemed to me
to be a simple affair
of picking the right way to proceed
but there are all ways
three hundred things to know to every choice
and none of em ever leaves me
holding the girls **** hand
hey serenity where the hell are you
i wanna kiss ya
no i don't
i want to laugh with ya

seemed like such a logical thing to do
but now i begin to see
that no choice you make
be the right one all the time

i miss ya