Fresh piece of paper feels the same
as all of the notebooks that bear my.
But I keep on writing like I’ve done before
Hoping these words might help me more.
So, I burned my bridges now I’m on my own.
Is this what I wanted, to be alone?
It’s just you and me, my selfish pride.
We got nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
It’s all the same, don’t you know?
Different people, same damn road.
I pull my shirt out and I put it on.
I see the once red stain, now it’s brown.
Wonder if I’m addicted to the pain.
I shrug it off and go out again.
At the bar, a man’s next to me.
sixty-five, a musician, you see.
He’s by himself, talking about times before.
He says, “I was like you, this is what you’re striving for.”
It’s all the same, don’t you know?
Different people, same damn road.
Walking home, I had too much to drink.
Cool city air makes me think:
Are we the same, him and me?
Time will tell. I guess we’ll see.
It’s all the same, don’t you know?
Different people, same damn road.