Back To The Wall

I've heard all your answers

But there's one thing I wish you'd explain

How you sign a few papers

And wash seven years down the drain

Pack up a few things and just walk away from it all

You with your freedom

And me with my back to the wall

I suppose in my mind

I could find some things that I didn't do

But I heard it said somewhere

That hindsight's a fool's point of view

And the point is it's over

And you've walked away standing tall

You with your reasons

And me with my back to the wall

And you're leaving me with a mind full of dreams

Made of sand

Headache and heartbreak

And all kinds of time on my hands

I just sit in the back row

And wait for the curtain to fall

You've got the future

And I've got my back to the wall

But you can't pick a wildflower

And not have it wither and die

Or build a sandcastle

That won't wash away with the tide

And you can't keep a wild bird from leaving

At the first signs of fall

You've got your freedom and I've got my back to the wall

You've got your freedom and I've got my back to the wall