Broken Path

The railroad tracks reflect the setting sun
Blazing softly around the bend
The railroad engineer has one last hope
That those severed rails are just a bad dream
Are we built to last?
Are we built to last?
Our lives lived too fast?
Are we built to last?
This teenager with his heavy mind
Contemplates just what he’s done
Dirty shoes beat down a dusty road
Here his hopes and fears will never be told
Walking through a field
The weeds and thorns, they cling and tear my skin
Taking this short cut over again with the same old consequence
My mind wanders to a familiar thought
A broken path, a burning sky, an engineer
Is where this story is forever