Walking

I’m always going places
Always straight forward, never in circles
I never go back, when I first have left
Not even to you

I’m always going places
I will be going away from you too
Not running, but always drifting
Slowly but surely I have to go

Soon, my shoes are made for walking
And I don’t know how to stay
It hurts me, it breaks my heart
I wish I didn’t feel this way

I wish that I could stay
Stay with you and grow some roots
But my heart is running in all directions
Sending up theese wild, wild shoots

I never wanted to be this way
Believe me if you can
There is always a liar in believe
I hope you understand