I invent these quests
To swerve away from daily trends
Some things reappear
That's when I need a friend
But this far out West
The road leads to dead ends, oh
And crystal chandeliers
Have no ceilings to descend from
Why go right now?
I make all these lists
And never seem to reach the end
Some things disappear
That's when I need a friend
To tell me that there's risks
Without the things that I depend on
My soul is in arrears
Believe me, I didn't intend on
Breaking promises
Secrets that I shouldn't tell
Wasted auspices
At the bottom of my wishing well
Why go right now?