Nothing Left To Prove

Maybe I missed my window to the heart. Maybe I just never finish what I start. Maybe I walked away just a little too soon. Howled one too many times at the falling moon. Maybe all I ever needed. Was what I had all along. But I sure couldn’t see it. Blinded by the fog. Of my own conceit. Maybe I just never really knew. Where I was going. But this one thing I know. I’ve got nothing left to prove. . And I've been young. But now I'm getting old. Been down one too many. Lonely empty roads alone. I've seen it all. Or at least that's what I'm told. Piece by piece. Auctioning the soul. I guess it's true. I’ve got nothing left to prove. . Ain't it funny how one mans sunset. Is another man's dawn. One man's king. Is another man's pawn. They tried to sell you the rights. But you still got it all wrong. But until you taste the bitter. Of nothing left to lose. You'll never taste the freedom. Called nothing left to prove.