Lavender windows and burgundy doors

Olive green pillows on ebony floors

The lightest of wine

Could have been mine

It should have been mine



Promises kept and promises broken

They're all the same whether silent or spoken

They're not worth a penny

I didn't make many

I didn't break any



Roads that are leaving and roads that have gone

Oh every road moves but the one that I'm on

The score is now even

And I should be leaving

Why am I not leaving