Wrong Side Of The Road | Tally Spear Independent Artist
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Wrong Side Of The Road

No I don’t think I can change
but I can’t make the same mistake again
nothing’s gonna save us,
I can’t seem to shake that off

So I shut myself inside,
watching others walking by
thinking I would like to be a bit more like you

And my route is getting longer
and darker every day
I’m just stuck on the wrong side of the road

How can they think less than twice,
how can they know any more than I,
guess I’m running round in circles
trying to find the straight line

Now my goal has altered shape
and it seems much too far away
and the crowds all seem to know
where they’re heading to

And my route is getting longer,
and darker every day
I’m just stuck on the wrong side of the road

And they’re back now,
those wasted hours
to haunt us and tell us
that we’ve aged too fast
And the golden rule is getting clearer now,
but not for everyone; their lives have just begun

I guess you might well stare at me
I guess you could be thinking the same things
But they’re making us stay quiet
they’re making us pretend we know it all

So I locked myself away
can’t figure out how to escape
and the doors won’t seem to open by themselves
still my route is getting longer
and darker every day

I’ve got the wrong stuff on my mind
And I can’t seem to find the time
I’m just stuck on the wrong side of the road