It’s funny when I think about it
I never miss the people
There’s usually a clear reason
why our paths no longer cross
But I always miss the moments
and the feelings I remember
that certain sense of wonder
never knowing where I’m going
Something about the journey
never the destination
because where I always seem to end
is right back where I started
But oh, that road we walk upon
that ever-looping highway
those nevwrending circles
so many ways to wander
Always lost but seeking
another way around the sun