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
Had it all planned out, the way, the day, I set the time
Well I came close to writing down
Bad luck shaped me as a man
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 it's toll again
Came close to my last goodbye (x4)