Broken Path -

The railroad tracks reflect the setting sun

Blazing softly around the bend

The railroad engineer has one last hope

That those severed rails are just a bad dream

Are we built to last?

Are we built to last?

Our lives lived too fast?

Are we built to last?

This teenager with his heavy mind

Contemplates just what he’s done

Dirty shoes beat down a dusty road

Here his hopes and fears will never be told

Walking through a field

The weeds and thorns, they cling and tear my skin

Taking this short cut over again with the same old consequence

My mind wanders to a familiar thought

A broken path, a burning sky, an engineer

Is where this story is forever