Casually Moves On
She led you to a place with water and seed, still you remain just a stride behind.
It makes no sense your morning song, so she casually moves on.
And you remain, you remain a stride behind.
The forest is old for all to behold.
Life just a dot in the scope of time.
A minute could be ten thousand years, all depends how you time your days.
And you remain, you remain a stride behind.
Fade in, fade out or fade away, like the desert radio.
Stretches of highway with no one on them.
I am no one on them.
And you remain, you remain a stride behind.
Casually moves on.
Casually moves on.
Writer/s: Matthew B. Mayes / Noel Felty
