on our way

tell a different story, one we've never heard, set a path to glory, disguise it as absurd, stumbled all too often, feeling rather ill, take the time to soften, an all too bitter pill, awful bitter still, and all the while, i miss the smile, only one, and all the while i'm far too shy to be fun, find the excuse to be gone, turn away, far from the sound, as they say, on our way, head across the map, too far to look back, no time to relax now, tighten up the slack, every night's a soiree, every day's a dream, every vision thwarted, inescapably, by the last to see, and all the while, i miss the smile, only one, and all the while, i'm far too numb to be fun, find the excuse to be gone, turn away, far from the crowd, as they say, on our way