Outpost on Lifes Way
By silver
I can't figure out were the old road ends, I listen to the old music, Sing the old chants, Yesterdays child, On the road to a bright tomorrow. We're all drifting, Along the same path, In a perverted way, We all seem to long, To stand on a doorway, To see old faces, Welocome us back. We're yesterdays children, On the way to a bright tomorrow, Looking back does us no good. For now though I'll sit with an old friend, And dream of things that never were, And wonder if the road will ever end, With a glass of orange juice in my hand, Bitter-sweet revere. Inspired by "So Far Away"Carol King Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 09:03 AM PST 0 • 10
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"I can't figure out were the old road ends,..."