From the recording Chris Harvey songwriter
Lyrics
The Path Not Traveled
Time is a movin’ target
It speeds up as we grow
Some understand this early
Most learn these things real slow
Hard to know what you don’t know
Smoked me a million cigarettes
Outside a thousand doors
Never looked around the corner
to explore unknown shores
It felt safer bein’ bored
The path not traveled can haunt you
Don’t ask me how I know
Sometimes you stare into a bottle
thinking things will get better and flow
Like a dusty old Bordeaux
Over time you form bad habits
They define who you are
You might not know you have them
but you won’t be goin’ too far
See you down at the local bar
Smoked me a million cigarettes
Outside a thousand doors
Never looked around the corner
to explore unknown shores
It felt safer bein’ bored
The path not traveled can haunt you
Don’t ask me how I know
Sometimes you stare into a bottle
thinking things will get better and flow
Like a dusty old Bordeaux
What could have been still flickers
in the shadows of your brain
Until someday when you wake up
and see the tail lights of the train
Won’t be comin’ this way again
Smoked me a million cigarettes
Outside a thousand doors
Never looked around the corner
to explore unknown shores
It felt safer bein’ bored
The path not traveled can haunt you
Don't ask me how I know
Sometimes you stare into a bottle
Thinking things will get better and flow
Like a dusty old Bordeaux
Like a dusty old Bordeaux
