Says the message written in the pavement.
Just hoping all would someday walk on by it.
Maybe a notice, or maybe a smile that would be different,
Somehow always the think is thought twice,
There's no room for such indecent goodbyes.
These steady changes and current movements,
And the rest thats all the more confusing.
Always a letter inside a pocket, with all the reasons it has to be sorry, all confused emotions,
There's no such room for indecent goodbyes.
Hello to all and to all a good day,
Those reading these scrabbled words from a scrambled brain
From someone else's game.