She was bound to go Sooner or later
Took a detour down the road
And met me on the way
Never quite settled
In the city that made her
She could feel a destination
Beckon her away
Oh as the story goes
I think I'll see her again
Oh nothing but open roads
Leading there and back again
She wasn't “gone for good”
She was going for “better”
She was packed and ready
For life to start anew
And in the interim
Between the “now” and the “never”
Left a mark on this old heart
In days spent passing through
In a roundabout way
It was the right time
And the wrong place
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