No Fault of Your Own

Yeaterday spent on tomorrow
always feeling so low
if you don't know which way to go
follow the winds that blow

or crawl back to whence you came
out here, there's no fame
just a broken down piano
and a slowly singing soprano

What's that you're searching for?
something you never saw?
go far away from here
until you're truly clear

born, through no fault of your own
just thrown into the perfect storm
swim through until you drown
until you're truly down

there's no one you can really tame
without disappointment and shame
so never let your feelings show
and on your way out close the door

this is where we leave you
you do what you have to do
there's no end ever to be seen
what's left is what you have been