Nothing In Rambling

Waited on the rocks for them Off the burning sand We only just escaped that dreadful spectre And all that fearful wandering Had burst our strands I guess it wouldn't hurt to take you back to the beginning It's only right Always had been a clique it seems A lingering gang A circle that whose center was a box Of some tape things Reasoned to be free of ties And so it seemed Spending all those nights just barely dancing A fire that could consume itself And everyone between What happens when you forget all those young feelings Oh no It's not right Can't make it more clear We're never going back again Most of the town Better off not Blaming anyone but yourself