On the eve of my dawns
I see chances slip
and journeys go on
to forget where
the roads lead
to tackle them
as I see fit
On the fall of my soul
I see life fly by
and the good forsaken
to look back when
times are better
to end what I thought
will be sweeter
On the eve of my dawns
I waste too much
just to get a little
of what I think
is more