Howard Firkin
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Wherever you were heading, you’re now here.
The road you travelled is the road ahead.
One thing’s apparent: nothing is made clear.
You haven’t understood a thing I’ve said.
You might have meant return, you bought one way.
You don’t belong in any place you’ve been.
The more you see the less there is to say.
The end is always coming, never seen.
I used to dream of all the things we’d do.
I used to think you made my life complete.
I keep mistaking other girls for you.
A simple twist and start and finish meet.
The road you travelled is the road ahead.
One thing’s apparent: nothing is made clear.
You haven’t understood a thing I’ve said.
You might have meant return, you bought one way.
You don’t belong in any place you’ve been.
The more you see the less there is to say.
The end is always coming, never seen.
I used to dream of all the things we’d do.
I used to think you made my life complete.
I keep mistaking other girls for you.
A simple twist and start and finish meet.
