On Meadow Road, People Go

Look at the window The lights go on too long The streets of town are either on or off Feels like a year since I've felt this flow with ease Not feeling patience that's temporary The weather's passing by The feeling's gone again I don't know if in a year we'll still be friends Not out of motive or pandering lightly Just either one of us could leave before our time goes gently But that doesn't mean our time was never really our time But that's the thing that I've seen on Meadow Road People come here to grow up, then they go Into a new life unawakening Some choosing needles and some foresaking them And I have learned what makes my mind run in circles And I have learned what I can also use to turn it off But, for me, it's perpetual motion that makes it very hard to choose Some may disagree But they do things I can't see or want to see Though it's not for me Choosing not to leave can still be a progression I want to apologize