This is a rather
whiny song, but here have certainly been times when I felt like this.
No Direction
© Brian Hutzell
1986
The race is on; I
hear the gun
I hit the line; I
start to run
I see the path;
it turns to shade
I'm on the grass
I've lost my way
No control
I've lost the
reigns
Vision very vague
No direction
Competition
calls, I'm comin' in last
Got no direction
Gotta make time
to make some plans
No direction
When the flag
falls I've got to be there
No direction
Tryin' to read
the signs, but they're going by too fast
Now I relax
around the turn
I'm gonna crash;
I'm gonna burn
To my beloved I
leave my cup
I'm thinking of
another day
Spinning down the
road in flames
Hit the barricade
No direction
Competition
calls, I'm comin' in last
Got no direction
Gotta make time
to make some plans
No direction
When the flag
falls I've got to be there
No direction
Tryin' to read
the signs, but they're going by too fast
What a fantasy,
what a fancy dream
Pretending I'm a
daring guy, a racing fiend
No, I'll never
live like a medalist
I got no girl, I
got no gold, I got no goal
No direction
Competition
calls, I'm comin' in last
Got no direction
Gotta make time
to make some plans
No direction
When the flag
falls I've got to be there
No direction
Tryin' to read
the signs, but they're going by too fast
What I lack in
life I make up with lies
A Don Quixote
fighting windmills as unreal as a rainbow
No, I'll never
die like a dragonfly
I got no wings
I live and die
pianissimo
No direction
Competition
calls, I'm comin' in last
Got no direction
Gotta make time
to make some plans
No direction
When the flag
falls I've got to be there
No direction
Tryin' to read
the signs, but they're going by too fast
"Collage"
Brian Hutzell
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