I was thinking about the end and the means we took to get there.
That feeling of wind blew across my ears after I cut off all my hair.
Because I was sick of feeling so young, thought my body should catch up.
To how much older I felt when my life half emptied it's cup.
And the evidence, don't get me started,
on the footprints left when my higher self parted.
Let every step be an apology for me not doing anything.
The clean bill of health we still haven't paid,
since wishing the headaches and heartache would stay.
What are we running to, and what are we running from?
The only chance we have to ever be anyone?
What are we running from, and what are we running to?
I never thought that I'd be running without you.
And the evidence, don't get me started,
on the footprints left when my higher self parted.
Let every step be an apology for me not doing anything.