Roadmap

FROM THE WORDS HER KIDS WOULD SPEAK
TO THE PLACE SHE’D PART THEIR HAIR
SHE KNOTS EVERYTHING TOGETHER
UNTIL THERE ARE NO DAYS LEFT TO WEAR
UNTIL THERE ARE NO DAYS LEFT TO WEAR
LEFT TO WEAR

AND IT WAS SHE WHO FELL FOR ME
WELL SHE SAID IT FIRST ANYHOW
AND IN A MOMENT OF WEAKNESS
I WAS THERE FIRST

THROUGH SICKNESS AND HEALTH
I LOST MY WAY WITH YOU
BUT EVEN I CAN’T COMPETE
WITH YOUR ROADMAP FOR MY RETREAT
YOUR ROADMAP FOR MY RETREAT
ROADMAP FOR MY RETREAT