Nothing is Written

Passed tracts speak to me

I don't wanna hear your reasons

They won't make sense to me

Ranting familiar feelings, we go

'Round and 'round, we're chasin' a memory

We gain some ground then downward trajectory

'Round and 'round, we keep on turning

A month of somedays come

Days turning into weeks

I know that it won't be easy

The way it's meant to be

Lost, searching for the meaning, we go

'Round and 'round, we're chasin' a memory

We gain some ground then downward trajectory

'Round and 'round, we keep on turning

A month of somedays come

Nothing is written and nothing is set

We've got some things that I would rather regret

Love is a given and love is a bet

I'll make a promise, won't be giving up yet

'Round and 'round, we're chasin' a memory

We gain some ground then downward trajectory

'Round and 'round, we keep on turning

A month of somedays come