Speeding down an empty road as fast as your own thoughts
Destination anywhere that makes you feel less lost
And the trail of dust in tow is just as clouded as your mind
The metaphor's not lost on you but still you cannot smile
The Irony that the place you'd pick was from a better time
That day you learned to swim was here when you were just a child
But reminiscence bares it's wealth 'neath always sunny skies
And it's just one last happy memory to pass before your eyes
And if the sun had shone
Or if you'd heard the dawn bird's song
Would you still be gone?
Would you still be gone?
The fog hugs the border where the hills and marsh meet
O'er the lonely stark sound of two terminal feet
Where the cold grey grit presses down with each step
An appeal to the senses, nature's last ditch attempt
Not the fidget of the pebbles between your damp toes
Nor the lap and the lick of the cool morning shore
Could inspire or arouse a passion to awake
As you left it all behind and walked into the lake
And if the sun had shone
Or if you'd heard the dawn bird's song
Would you still be gone?
Would you still be gone?