The Fired Trail

There's kindling inside that just won't burn.
Though love never dies I just won't learn.

This town is a shell of the times I had,
with you or the others and the good and bad.

On every corner is a memory stamped
each thought is a push in head so cramped.

They've loved me so and I push away,
It's easier alone, or so I say.

But with each girl that comes and goes,
Do I feel each less? Have I lost my glow?

Did my job take me from who I am?
Do I still live free, or stuck in a scam?

I've lost a piece, and this I know.
But I'm trying hard to make it grow.

and this town is a shell of the times I had,
with you or the others and it makes me sad.

To know I've lost without a care.
and given so many so much to bear.

To finally stop and turn around,
to see my trail of fired ground.

I think it's time to begin anew.
To start a new path, that ends with 'you'.

I'm sorry, I know what y'all will say.
That you regret me so from our first day.

I promise the next, I'll do it right,
I'll be a man, that walks the light.

I'm so very tired of feeling alone,
but there's no one to blame for my empty home.

This town is a shell of the times I had,
and I hope the next one just isn't as bad.

That on each corner is happy thought
of me and 'you', and love that's caught.

It's time I think to leave this town,
to leave this shell, to leave my frown.

and where I go the memory stays.
Of the fired trail and the hell raised.

but when we get to judgment day,
I pray there's a woman with some good to say.