On the way

With my hands in the pockets of my jeans,
Walking down the road, and yes I know,
Where it leads.

The rain falls down, practically guarenteed,
Kicking cans aside, out of my stride,
In the street.

And on the way, I thought of things that I could say,
But not today, even though I'm on the way.

Yeah, I've walked a thousand miles to get here,
Nothing's ever been so clear,
In this place.
Still I'm just gunna stand here,
Living in this fear,
What a waste.
I've never cried a tear,
Until I got here,
But it's ok.
It's only cos it took so long to get here,
And I'm just gunna stand here,
What a shame.