Crossroads
Posted August 25, 2002 5:19pm ET
I seem to have run out
Of things to talk about
Tasteless and tongue-tied
Through every little lie
But it’s over now
When almost every song
Sounds like the one before
When every single note
Has been sung
When every single bell
Has rung that final chime
I’m not sure what road to turn
And drive next
So many songs
Written in white
They disappear in
The light
And the sun has risen
On a whole new day
