sometimes there's no choice
you have to go across
regardless the new neighbourhood
or what side grows which moss
let the river run its course
why rail against the ways
directions matter little now
stars left to navel gaze
when the condition of the lint
matters more than sacred trust
blood, read behind the scenes
left outside to rust
turnings onto tournaments
bereft of their last joust
angels, blocked and tackled
tied in ribbons of our hopes
sometimes there's no choice
you have to go across
sometimes there's no choice
you have to go
