What keeps me from falling
keeps me from going on.
I try and I push and shove
but I end up with the break of dawn.

Time flies by me way too fast.
My aspirations are way to vast
and I see the time fly me past
but I just keep on drowning under my hat.

Haven't I shown you
the road in my way?
The one I come across
each night and day.

It confuses me, makes me ponder.
It tells me to chose it
but I just stand there
and then I never chose it and I wonder,

"Would it have been smarter
to chose that road?
Would it have been wiser
to have taken an easy load?"

"What would have happened
if I chose you?
Would I be drowning like I am
without you?"

The choices I've made
haunt me every day.
They chant in my ears and I
scream and I pray,

but I chose to ignore
the symptoms in my head.
I ponder the moments
in which my life has lead.

And I wish I would've
contemplated you.
You, little road, might've been
the road to truth.

The road to fame.
The road to love.
The road to no more games,
the road to above.

When will I get to see you
once more, once again, little road?
When will I be able to chose you
and have a happy story to be told?

Haven't we met,
just once before?
Didn't I push you away,
push you out of the door?

What did you do right
after I left?
Did you cry? Did you laugh?
Or did you forget?

Why do I ponder
something so irrational,
when I know you just
would laugh when I fall?

Little road, little double-crosser.
Show up. Let me see you.
Show yourself to me.
Give me a choice that I can do.