Where Are You Now

I want to be 

a hundred miles from here

maybe next week 

a new set of rules

insecurities are flowing out like wine

on the pavement, out of sight

 

voices echo in the hall

whispers filter through the door

now take a break

on the street below

hear the engine roar

men stand and talk

 the old days

days gone by

a stream of guilt will guide you

back home

where are you now?

voices echo in the hall

whispers filter through the door

i can't help you anymore

there's nothing left to say

i can't help you anymore

just walk away