The Endless Boulevard

  The world could end tomorrow,
  or it could just begin.
  I'm told it's not worthhile to go insane.
  Being stranded in the middle, it's always hard to win, 
  and when you're done, you're too tired to explain. 
  
  Chorus:
  And all the rest comes easy,
  I know we try so hard,
  Fantasy forever, living dreams.
  I guess it just seems easier
  to throw it all away,
  in a world in which there's no one to confide.

  One thing is like the other, 
  though the difference is great,
  and it's hard to tell just which one is more right. 
  but nothing ever  happens, all there is to do is wait. 
  And there's nothing left to do but stay and fight.

  You sit and wonder what went wrong,
  but you lose your train of thought.
  It's hard to tell just what is real and what is not.
  You close your eyes, and wonder how it feels to die.

  ©1977 Karla Tipton