To the Way Things Might Have Been To Roads That Never End Why Do We All Pretend? Through a Pane of Colored Glass I Watch As Chances Pass Knowing They Won't Last [chorus] So Why's the Road Become So Narrow? Maybe I'm a Broken Arrow Falling Slightly Down to Nowhere Take Me Now If Only Somewhere In a Sky of Scattered Blues I Watch Them Break in Two The Way I Used to Do From a Sea of Wasted Rhyme I Ask Myself Sometimes Are Any Thoughts Really Mine? [chorus] To Nowhere Down