A

change

of

spe-

ed,

a

change

of

style.

A

change

of

scene,

with

no

reg-

rets,

A

chance

to

watch,

ad-

mire

the

dis-

tance,

Still

oc-

cupied,

though

you

for-

get.

Dif-

ferent

co-

lors,

dif-

ferent

sha-

des,

Over

each

mis-

takes

were

ma-

de.

I

took

the

bla-

me.

Direc-

tionless

so

plain

to

see,

A

loaded

gun

won't

set

you

fre-

e.

So

you

sa-

y.

We'll

sha-

re

a

drink

and

step

out-

side,

An

an-

gry

voice

and

one

who

cri-

ed,

'We'll

give

you

every-

thing

and

mo-

re,

The

strain's

too

much,

can't

take

much

mo-

re.'

Oh,

I've

walked

on

water,

run

through

fi-

re,

Can't

seem

to

feel

it

any-

more.

It

was

m-

e,

wa-

iting

for

m-

e,

Hop-

ing

for

some-

thing

more,

M-

e,

see-

ing

me

this

time,

hop-

ing

for

some-

thing

else.