Walking Away

I see your car in the distance

and my heart tells me to go for it
that my legs will take me for miles,
but my mind seeps in with reality.

I can't be a hero and I'm not faster than a car
...but the hope is still there.


I stand there in the ally
and think about the picture I've painted.
How common this scene must be in life.
Leaves falling.
Death is in the air.
Dead leaves, that is.


My heart still contemplates going after you
thinking maybe you started to turn back
and I'll catch you parked nearby
...waiting.

But what if I take a wrong turn
and I get lost somewhere between home
and you?
What if that somewhere in between
is Hell?

Maybe my whole life has been a wrong turn.
Maybe you are the wrong turn.
The one I couldn't see no matter how hard I tried.
I guess it's a good thing I didn't try.


And I know the longer I think about this
the farther away you get.
Even my heart knows that now.
Not all things are possible.

And soon, not two minutes after you're gone
something clicks
and I don't care so much anymore.
I don't need this,
and I don't need you.
I just hope one day,

you'll see me in the distance
...walking away.