Pretty skies, abrasive roads, where you start is where you’ll go

 

I read a card, it said the best of the world, is of course, the world itself

I looked down to read this, my eyes rolled ‘round, circling its tiny globe

 

Pretty skies, abrasive roads, where you start is where you’ll go

 

I felt the air, the fog so thick, but with my blood so cold, I wouldn’t stick

around to see, the pinks, the blues, the cotton candies, the tasty glows

 

Pretty skies, abrasive roads, where you start is where you’ll go

 

I kicked the gravel, it scuffed my shoes, it left streaks of black on white

I skipped through a puddle, to rinse it clean, but marked a line of brown

 

Pretty skies, abrasive roads, where you start is where you’ll go

 

I learned so much, to love so little; discerned so thoughtfully, to guard it

Tilted my neck so high and so far back, strange my eyes aim downward

 

Pretty skies, abrasive roads, where you start is where you’ll go

 

I had my jacket and held my light, I’d prepared myself for things to know

It made me soft and my temper brittle, I never saw what things you know

 

Pretty skies, abrasive roads, where you start is where you’ll go

Fancy things, places to go, I never saw you when you glowed

 

I’ll watch the skies and walk the roads

The places you start is to where I’ll go