Fred Thomas
Might Not
Don't you miss when your days were young and would point in the direction of the sky
Unconcerned with where you were from And you never even really had to try
Here and now you're a bit confused
And you aren't really sure which way to go
You ask your friends but they might not know
And if they don't The chances are the rest won't
It gets so hard to find them In the places you assign them
SongtexteYou're always moving too slow
You're always the last to know
But if you're going nowhere At least it's not the last place you'll go
Every day like the day before You'll be wishing you were someone else instead
Empty floors of departments stores Where they'll bury you before you're even dead
Here and now you're always confused And you aren't ever sure where you should go
You're asking me but I just don't know
And if I don't, everybody else won't
It gets so hard to find them
Until you're sneaking up behind them
You're always movin too slow
You're always the last to know
But I'm not saying nothin
Nothin you don't already know
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