From the Backseat - Billy Sheehan

It’s hard to define from within

The chaos you find yourself in

Sometimes you give up and fall

Through the tangle connecting it all

Won’t you realize

Once something ceases to be

It’s so gone

You must move one

Take in from me

Strange how the time overrides

A promise you meant to abide

A sensible choice for a change

But it never quite works out that way

Don’t you recognize

Once something comes to an and

You hang on

For much too long

Never Again

Watching the collision

From the back seat

Could it be my imposition

Is distracting you

Though only released for a while

An inch is a good as a mile

In the end what a tale you can tell

A chalk mark will trace where it fell

Won’t you realize

Once something ceases to be

It’s so gone

You must move one

Take from me

Don’t you recognize

Once something comes to an end

You hang on

For much too long

Never again

Watching the collision

From the back seat

Could it be my imposition

Is distracting you