You Buried the Road
You buried the road that leads out of town
You locked up your days to come
You are the dust that settles down
On a future delirium
Raise a glass to opportunities passed
Stick out your frozen thumb
There was a time to seize the day
But that time has come and gone
You buried the road that leads out of town
You locked up your days to come
All motion stops in the dark underground
When you can't even hope for the sun
Writer/s: Westwork
