Andy J. Forest Follow

On the night under discussion
With its lowlight, smoke-filled arena crowd
Crowing on about the dreams they never had
And suspicions of broken beds
I was tired and may have forgotten
Before you said it was time to go
Desperation
It doesn't suit you well
You don't know what you're made of
Until you and the bottle have made up
Then this conversation's homicide

There's no turning back
There's no staying the same
This is not a forced march
I did not ask you to go
There's no turning back
There's no staying the same
Believe me when I tell you
I would never let you fall

Did I say enough toward the question of
You riding around in circles
Around the places that were built before you were born
Did I say enough
Was it really that rough
Hiding from the spaces in the places that you never lived without

There's no turning back
There's no staying the same
This is not a forced march
I did not ask you to go
There's no turning back
There's no staying the same
Believe me when I tell you
I would never let you fall

When you're falling down
And I'm not around
Could you forgive me, yeah
When you're falling down
And I'm not around
Could you forgive me, yeah
When you're falling down
And I'm not around
Could you forgive me, yeah
When you're falling down
And I'm not around
Could you forgive me, yeah
Could you forgive me, yeah

On the night under discussion
With its lowlight, smoke-filled arena crowd