Footpaths
I've never felt quite so alone,
living life three steps behind.
You put one foot before the next,
Smiling the clean, leaving the mess.
I thought you said you'd slow your pace,
I took your hand, you won the race.
With every step my heart is breaking,
Your dusty trail is suffocating.
living life three steps behind.
You put one foot before the next,
Smiling the clean, leaving the mess.
I thought you said you'd slow your pace,
I took your hand, you won the race.
With every step my heart is breaking,
Your dusty trail is suffocating.