Howard Firkin
I used to dream of all the things we’d do.
The road you travelled is the road ahead.
I keep mistaking other girls for you.
You haven’t understood a thing I’ve said.
You might have meant return, you bought one way.
Wherever you were heading, you’re now here.
The more you see the less there is to say.
One thing’s apparent: nothing is made clear.
I used to think you made my life complete.
You don’t belong in any place you’ve been.
A simple twist and start and finish meet.
The end is always coming, never seen.
The road you travelled is the road ahead.
I keep mistaking other girls for you.
You haven’t understood a thing I’ve said.
You might have meant return, you bought one way.
Wherever you were heading, you’re now here.
The more you see the less there is to say.
One thing’s apparent: nothing is made clear.
I used to think you made my life complete.
You don’t belong in any place you’ve been.
A simple twist and start and finish meet.
The end is always coming, never seen.