Where do you go

Weathered shell

Keeping nothing for yourself

Kick the grass that’s poking out

From the pavement

Unannounced

Made of glass

Warm to the touch

Still convinced it’s not enough

Even in motion

You tell me to wait

You’re dragging your feet now

It’s getting too late

Total devotion

Never relayed

You’re dragging your feet now

It’s getting too late

Cross it out for me

In the corner, on the shelf

Keeping nothing for yourself

Can’t take back what’s in the tile

Let it hold your voice a while

You’ve got it all wrong

It’s been there all along

Even in motion

You tell me to wait

You’re dragging your feet now

It’s getting too late

Total devotion

Never relayed

You’re dragging your feet now

It’s getting too late