Next Step Is Out the Door

We dripped our old age worry Into your shortened youth For all the dreams we didn’t chase We are sorry, we left out the truth You feel regret all of the time We feel it all the time Don’t listen, No direction Need to listen, Need a message Write a letter to the maker Give news of my discomfort No failure, no function Next step is out the door I feel regret all of the time I feel it all the time Don’t listen, No direction Need to listen, Need a message