G. Cormier
I found a key on the front porch so I let myself in
I see that you've kept things the way they've always been

but there's one thing that's different than it use to be
it's the man in the picture staring back at me
It's a long lonely highway when you go it alone
I thought I could walk out and still come back home
the new life you've chosen don't include me
and after all of my traveling I can plainly see
I was a fool to walk out and leave solid ground
but I was scared of commitment and being tied down
and the one thing that scared me is the one thing I've learned
there's no bed of roses around the next turn