The roads I took curved constantly
An open path or dead-end streets
Took me a while to find out which direction I should face
Left wrong turns and - oh my leaves turned early ?
By which I mean to illustrate my state

And now it?s over there?s naught ahead
But I can?t let go
had it all planned out, the way, the day, I set the time
Well I came close to writing down
My last goodbye

Bad luck shaped me as a man
Bad breaks tore me down again
Took different shapes before I took the shape that I now am
The pressure?s tense and ? oh the tension?s pressing ?
Society?s roll, took it?s toll again

The pressure?s tense and ? oh the tension?s pressing ?
Society?s roll, took its toll again