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Always
Sometimes we find ourselves on an empty bus
Riding along to places we've forgotten
Wondering just how far we've come
And the stops behind us
Sometimes we think about past friends
Who left when life was tough, cutting losses.
But we stuck it out, dug in deep
And road alone to see the end
Sometimes a prize awaits
To travelers once worthy but now scarred.
And the meter says empty
But that doesn't stop them from pushing forward
Sometimes the smallest words hurt most
Ripping to shreds our best laid plans
Sinking beneath thick skin, and brittle bones
We continue riding so we can atone.
Sometimes a few succeed
Finding victory beyond their broken dreams
Never forgetting the price we paid
And the road we oh so carefully laid
Sometimes looking back hurts
Nostalgic tears about childhood treasures
But we're different now
And the world says so
So we flip the tape,
Listening to the b-side
Hoping someone else will hear
And let us hitch a ride.
