Woke up in the dawn of a life that now is gone.
In a town where the neons never on.
The books been read and the pages turned.
Maybe tomorrow, I'll have left and learned.
Leaves me asking, just what's the story.
I've walked these streets my whole damn life.
By now I thought I'd have a wife.
But I guess some people's lives were meant for different glory.
The little boy inside a man, the one who lost his way and ran.
Looking for the past when life was just playing kick the can.
Who's heart is now bereft and burned.
Sweeping up the ashes of what's left and learned.
In the distance, the future waits.
It all depends on our choice of gates.
Whatever comes, we will have earned.
An accumulation of what's left and learned.