Some Things Weren't Meant to Be
A lucky horseshoe in a pile of junk
An old gold strike returned to the dust
A hot rod decaying in the thorns and the weeds
Some things weren't meant to be
Some things weren't meant to be
Daisy seeds planted in paint chips and ashes
Of yesterday's sages and dried-up old cactus
No matter if you watered them faithfully
Some things weren't meant to be
Some things weren't meant to be
There's no use in trying to change all we've done
You've said it all clearly, I'm just not the one
My best was less than you wanted from me
Some things weren't meant to be
Some things weren't meant to be