Texty
She's sitting at the table, it used to be so loud
Her kids are grown up now there's no one else around
She's feeling lonely, she also feels so proud
She don't know which way to go
He looks out from a tiny stage theres two guys at the bar
Neither one is listening to him or his guitar
He's got a notebook of his own songs in the car
He don't know which way to go
He don't know which way to go
Falling faster than they ever did before
Torn by decisions at every open door
Sometimes its scary, but there's always dice to throw
They don't know which way to go
They don't know which way to go
They always seem so happy, sometimes looks can lie
All that they have dreamed of, was just a waste of time
Did they run out of reasons, or do they stand and fight
They don't know which way to go
They don't know which way to go
Falling faster than they ever did before
Torn by decisions at every open door
Sometimes it's scary, but there's always dice to throw
They don't know which way to go
They don't know which way to go
Written by: Bernadette Barlow, Dave Darling, Paul Lindemulder