I left Laramie mid-April twenty years ago In search of greener pastures Since then I’ve been content to reap the seeds I’ve sown: Mixed metaphors and calm disasters

Nothing worthwhile comes too easy But the hard won’t make it good If the bad’s just bad enough You might wind up right where you should

Count the passing cars all day with only one hand And more fingers than you need The sense of isolation is only amplified When you leave behind the one thing that you can’t grieve

Nothing worthwhile comes too easy Are the good times in the past? If the bad’s just bad enough Then the bad times never last

Again, again, you take the same path hoping that you’ll find A different ending but you know you never will Tell yourself you’ve almost made it, just a bit to go It’s just over the next hill

You think you’ve got it planned out Right before you go into the skid Ultimately you become what would have saved you The time that no one did