So I Take Into Recording What I See...I Write It Down Where It Might Last...
New song.
Well it's a long, long road
And there's nowhere else to go
So I guess I'll follow this trail
And hope to find you before I
Reach the other end
This tired route
Has got me bored
My strings keep breaking
When I hit the chords
Now there's an old, worn path
Years of joy, memories, and rest
Scattered all along the way
I wish I could stop and take it in
But I must be on my way
It's more of a folky song, if you can't already tell by the lyrical style. It's about life. The first stanza is the beginning, the middle is falling into a state of lethargy, where nothing seems to be going right. And finally, the last is about (you guessed it) death and taking all the good times you experienced for granted. I guess the moral is live life while you still can. And live it to the fullest. Make friends and try to right all of your wrongs before you die.
Well it's a long, long road
And there's nowhere else to go
So I guess I'll follow this trail
And hope to find you before I
Reach the other end
This tired route
Has got me bored
My strings keep breaking
When I hit the chords
Now there's an old, worn path
Years of joy, memories, and rest
Scattered all along the way
I wish I could stop and take it in
But I must be on my way
It's more of a folky song, if you can't already tell by the lyrical style. It's about life. The first stanza is the beginning, the middle is falling into a state of lethargy, where nothing seems to be going right. And finally, the last is about (you guessed it) death and taking all the good times you experienced for granted. I guess the moral is live life while you still can. And live it to the fullest. Make friends and try to right all of your wrongs before you die.
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