I've spent it losing races, Worn through my shoelaces With countless (too short) paces. But you know what I mean. Falling in love with faces, Shallow shadows my eye chases Through the old familiar places Of my monotonous routine. And even on the off-chance Someone reaches past first glance, I won't ask for a dance. My old coat just won't come clean.
I stood where the road forked in two, Left or right, which do I choose? Stealing a coin from a well, I flipped, but as it fell, I turned back; I'd much rather be with you.