Leaves never fall far from there tree
but a wind will come along
and push it to the next place its supposed to be
and maybe it will spot a place to be done in this race
or grow to be a hole new tree
cause every branch makes another
..so branch out to the wind...
i walked an extra mile hoping to see your smile
i took the longer street hoping to day was the day we got to met
its sad to say... but i guess its not the day...
i cant see your smiling face
that could save any race
with out a trace..