Howard Firkin
I used to dream of all the things we’d do.
You might have meant return, you bought one way.
I keep mistaking other girls for you.
The more you see the less there is to say.
You don’t belong in any place you’ve been.
Wherever you were heading, you’re now here.
The end is always coming, never seen.
One thing’s apparent: nothing is made clear.
I used to think you made my life complete.
The road you travelled is the road ahead.
A simple twist and start and finish meet.
You haven’t understood a thing I’ve said.
You might have meant return, you bought one way.
I keep mistaking other girls for you.
The more you see the less there is to say.
You don’t belong in any place you’ve been.
Wherever you were heading, you’re now here.
The end is always coming, never seen.
One thing’s apparent: nothing is made clear.
I used to think you made my life complete.
The road you travelled is the road ahead.
A simple twist and start and finish meet.
You haven’t understood a thing I’ve said.