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