I'm back on the road of grandeur,
without the hope once had.
'Cause this time we're one less,
Two minus one is one less.

I wish you all the best,
In all your future endeavors.
I wish I could have been the one,
To set your feet on the stone.

Instead I burned your breast,
making such a mess.
Walking is such work,
when your passion is dead.

Some would say I'm unstable,
that I invested far too much.
I say I didn't do enough,
To make the outcome, outcome.

So I look back to the east,
Hoping to find something more.
Something that might help me,
Open or close a door.

Closed off, closed in,
Washed up, fooling,
Fooling myself into something,
more than what's offering.

Back east I go,
On the road of grandeur.
No turning back,
No more starstruck reverie.