Better Highways

I was born to better highways

Calling cards, and busy streets

Betting on the ancient markings

Where the rich and wealthy meat

Now I watch the sun move sideways

Sleeping on my cotton sheets

Listening to the wild honking

Of the sulking winter geese

I warned the willow not to change

While sky, it fell around my feet

Made from cherry blossoms falling

The pinkest snow you've ever seen

While I wait beside my window

Soulless words, they come to me

I'm singing like a person talking

Careless words with careless means

Some bright day

The right ones will find you

Some may not stay

But death will remind you

I was born to see things my way

You were wild but never free

Spending all your late nights choking

Down the urge you had to speak

Counting on those better highways

To bring you all the things you need

The weight you carried on your shoulder

It's hard to face, it's deafening

In some odd ways

A thought can confine you

It changes day to day

Death will remind you

Some odd day

A moment left behind you

It changes day to day

Death will remind you

Remember it how it was

When you fell in love